Coming Home
Long awaits the winter solstice blue ice
Crystals of homes icy palace
Home a distance, a peace away if you will
Sit a spell, yarn is woven in the still
Spinning circles and dancing with shadows
Coming back home to hug old meadows
Again alone in my head but happy as hell
To see family...
Embrace this before I forget who I am
Who they were and SCORCH
The ice that is a solid shell around; around the memories,
The burning memories
To see family!
I just want to go home
It is where my heart is
They say this wizard can
But I don't have the magic
And I wont
To see family
Blisters peel and people walk by
Looking down I wander to the sky
Distance grows and I wonder
Will I see them again?
And I will
To see family!
I turn around and pass the gate;
Shiny pearls glisten in other-world son,
Steering me on, and completing fate;
Gets me teary eyed thinking it's done,
Coming home, to see family...
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Tim B | Year Posted 2012
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