whatever road becomes of this
beaten path or country lane
wherever I might find
my home
sunlit skies or pouring rain
come to stories
left aside and couldn’t tell
spilled as flame into the mist
compass swirls
without a star within a breath
from every mouth
a (welcome) kiss

returns again in flight
to lines that I can see
curved to blue and fading now
places gone
another life I lived (to love)
finds the way to me somehow
back and forth
the search for one more word
a way to say what’s on my mind
a gift of song
some other me (you know)
needs more than ink
and quiet time

caught between the rise
to set
my thought to heaven
(I have known)
shores so white
and streets of gold
have naught to earn the feel of home
was here I heard my name
aloud
tumbled from a lover’s sigh
sparrows flood the morning air
as night and day are
pulled apart

traces lent to wandering
across and back
these ink stained hands
truths retraced
though now they’re gone
til only silence listens
whatever road becomes of this
beaten path or country lane
wherever I might find
my home –

sunlit skies
of pouring rain