Nigh

Take me back - to those moonlit walks, with that silver sentinel o'er head, to what I thought was wisdom, the thoughts to which I was led. Take me back - to that one mall where they played that song we liked, 'Dark Blue', a prelude to that one girl, those few times, saying 'I love you'. Take me back - to that place where the majority of folks say 'hi', or nothing at all, to some civility instead of omnipresent hatred, "brotherhood's" call. A hundred and one days ago, I wrote of going home; I spoke of a race there, of which I could pen a tome. Now, at thirty nine days to go, I feel better and better; such a short time left, and away with many a fetter. I can be put down, I can suffer every hassle; I can be forever disappointed in my choice to be their vassal. However, time will not be so easily leashed, time will roll on; time mars and mends, and for good or ill gives the ceaseless dawn. So, I bid thee, time - take me back. To that place I was away from for two long years, the hearth that I now see with such different eyes and ears. Take me back - to that house where I learned to shoot a bow, to build, to work, to that second family with many a smile and many a quirk. Take me back - to the driveway where I knelt in the rain, the only answer to my questions the storm's refrain. Take me back to much of the old, and onward to all of the new.