Going Home
On such a night as this
I stand by the window,
Dreaming of a land I once knew.
Of a broad river glinting in the moonlight,
Serenely flowing towards the ocean,
The beginning and ending of all life.
I dream of fields rustling in the breath of night,
Of trees whispering tales of old, singing
A lullaby to still the restless day.
All is silent, all is calm,
The starlit sky gently leans to kiss earth’s rim
And my soul takes wing.
Friko
Posted over on her site Friko's Musings
It also is part of the latest Magpie Tales 31, and can be found as #31.
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