The day poured out its last ember
where the orange hues entwined into the red
Feed its dying grace upon the horizon
And drowned into the wet cluster of waves.
I sat here where the twilight stars hang
upon a balanced plane of cushioned velvet
that etched its sequence of the promised night
deep upon my brow, drawing me to dreams
Soft thoughts, tender moments.
I reached out where the sea touched the shore
dipped my fingers into the dark splattering water
felt the chill of the ocean fill me deep
heard upon the night wind, the soft call
Of places that long have haunted me home.
I cross the thousands of miles
to where the sun never sets, the night never fades
but both like one sacred prism of being
harbors into the gloaming of time
Resting deep my wanting soul.
I see again the sweet hills of my birth and place
that summons the very soul within me there
draws each fragmented memory out of this mind
plays them over and over again in such detail
That my heart pounds upon every image.
Deep wrung are the tears that filter through
hold me into gulf of my inner being
Cries out upon the still majestic air
the words of home, the scent of her
This mistress of my heart,
I'm weary to the days call
weary to the bitter wakeful hours
that holds me prisoner from where in truth
I always belonged, knew and lived.
A star floods my mind
as it shoots across the wayward sky
drawing me back to the reality of being
leaving the haunting chill of the moment
Burning deep inside, teasing the flame.
Soon I know these feet shall treed
across these foreign fields and hills
to wander back to the promised time
Of my home and my people.
Such is the dream.