Delayed

for dVerse

When the typhoon raged

And sent sheets of rain and wind

Howling and crashing through the streets

The hotel was quiet inside

Expect for the ringing of the phone

“The flight’s canceled,”

Quenching the flame of excitement

We had dreamed of for over a year

Home was only an ocean away

Five days of waiting

Not sadly – this place was our home too –

But there were ashes on the flame

We seemed to forget

That ocean was crossable

Until the fourth day we remembered

That home was a possibility

And ghost flames of excitement rose

Yet when the airplane took flight

It still seemed a dream

Until I heard my own language

And your voice on the phone

Then saw you waiting for me

When I came home