I fly above with watchful eye
to journey home
at last will i.
From places where
the ocean’s
coast rush
to meet the sloping shore,
past ancient bearded mountains
full of lore
I journey on.
o’er deep red stone the waters hewn
their path and paths to come
I journey on o’er rich gold fields
which glint and sway on wind’s heels
I journey home
to emerald valleys where rivers flow
and hidden there,
beneath the leaves,
you’ll find my heart,
though quivering.
although I’ve seen the wonders hidden
behind the shadow of the earth
a place both harsh and intricate,
a place for my rebirth
I long for peaceful quiet
and the hint of music
magic
beckoning me home.
6/18/2008
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