Poem # 14

Homecoming 541

So long I'm cruising about
homesick in foreign fields
during a dreadful isolation
I drag behind an invisible sheid
See I know the destination
life, keeps to be delayed

the time I spent away
exploring my own journey
I find my ghosts dreaming
in the most peculiar ways
a faint spark of tear, blur
a moment of hope, stir


When I slide in hiding
I believe I'm only older
burn my diary in the spotlight
watch as my angry skies ignite
I pray when I return all words cease
I pray, one day, I may rest in peace

Ella Evans© 2008