Land Beyond Reason

I am pulled there again, to that familiar place Where a voice in my head, on the brow of the past Whispers to me, with a beckoning plea Those speaking have been gone, for a long, long while Yet I stroll through their words that have not gone away I tend to look back at the bends in the river The treacherous waters, of the summers now vanished Finding reason, after reason, for looking behind Too often eyes focus on the years that have passed Years that have gone, and dreams that are lost I still hear old lyrics, and catch every word Is it way beyond reason, to lean into that world? Would my future be changed, if I went back again? Would I make a U-turn, to live in the past? There are reasons, I feel, that it gives me a bed A soft place to land, a place that is dead Beyond reason and logic, in the voice of my head ______________________