Sonnet for Home...

An impromptu sonnet that sprung up at work the other day... I risk becoming a sobbing, very non-macho mess soon...

To wake at ten and breathe the salted breeze,
To yawn and stretch and reach for my phone,
To gaze sleepily upon the waving yellow trees,
To know that you sleep in the comfort of your home,
To laugh with friends and cry with some,
To walk alone sans oppressive hurry...
To sing some lines, and others gently hum,
To eat and drink, mock, make merry,
To sprawl in the sand while dusk yawns idly,
To speak in the tongue that I hold dear,
To see anothers' eyes dart around slyly,
To jump and bound and shout without fear,
Will the weeks soon vanish, or do I hope in vain
To be tomorrow, home again?

A small note about the structuring... the rhyme scheme, originally a 14-line AABB type rhyme, was subsequently modified to the Shakespearean Sonnet 3x(ABAB)CC. Of course, I have no idea what a quatrain is so don't know if this conforms to the purist's expectation, but I do know that since every line in the sonnet body is independent, it was mighty easy to rearrange it!

Following up with a post of why this yearning and remorse...