Saturday, June 9, 2012


Like a lover missing me
the place I once called home
enacts its vibrational pull
and there’s a backward twist
to my forward gait.

It stands in a mist that never disappears,
in the clouds joined one unto the other,
or beneath the earth in a glorious cavern
or just somewhere unimaginable.

I cannot draw the outlines
or sketch the inner chambers
but there’s a bearing down  
of truth and happiness.   

But truth, yes, truth,  so intermingled 
with this land of signs and wonders
remains for you and me and them
completely unattainable.

So like a lover missing me
home waits until the time is right
to say finally and truthfully
 “Come unto me and I will give you rest”.

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