The Journey Home

Beyond I see a clear warm day

That wraps its arms and pulls me close

And as my hand is held aloft

I shield the sun from squinting eyes

I searched for ships with laden things

That rode the tide and anchored home

And saw them row as muscles strained

Upon the waves that splashed their bow

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The sun bore down on beaten backs

That carried scars of tortured souls

But as we worked in peace as one

We felt the pain of callused palms

And from the boat I gently slipped

Awash with hope and soaked with swell

To stop the clocks that marked decline

In mists that soaked the sands of time

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My senses filled and took me back

On trips that brought me to this door

I watched you sit upon the stair

And wipe the tears that came afore

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I took a breath and stepped inside

To see the place that once was home

And smelt the air of long gone dreams

That left in haste as fledglings roam

I saw the stairs I’d often climb

That led me to my place of sleep

Where here I planned my future life

But rushed to quick to see the sea

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Yet twenty years or more have passed

And still you live inside your shell

O’ how I yearn to be that child

Inside my bed when all was well

But like the sea that drifts & splays

I rode the crest of rushing waves

And sands of time can only stop

When crushed beneath their broken clock……………….