The Call For Home

i must go home now the sun is gone, I have had my fun in the arms of a thousand days before i must go home now where old men go to meet lovers that do not call again i shall go before the rain \how long since i left i can remember nothing because what is in nothing to remember it was all ideas in my head the only reality is my separation from the fire getting cold in my bones i must go home now \things are good here i like to watch the bird poise above the bud of flowers sipping sweet nectar in the glistening dawn. i must go home i love the sun, but i must let it go and give my heart a chance to go.