I Dream of Home

I dream of a world I haven't seen. 

I dream of a place I've never been.

A world I've known only through my yearning.

Through every broken heart and every shattered dream. 

Through the seasons that change and the orchards that wither away.

Through that which is incomplete and that which yearns to be full. 

I dream of a world I haven't seen. 

I dream of a place I've never been.

It's a place I've barely known.

Yet it's the only place I can call Home. 

Based on what I felt after praying Dhuhr at the university mosque. Written sitting in the courtyard of the Mosque.