Home
Here I find a gentle rest;
Here, a place to be.
Deeper still, a silence burns
So rising within me.
Walls of silver, flickered light--
Once, the fire lept...
Once, but now a story told,
And the tears I wept.
Oh, I am so lost at sea,
With naught to stay my eye.
Ever I am losing hope--
A sail I cannot fly.
Weep for sorrow in itself;
Weep my very soul.
Still, the glass has yet to fill,
And I am all but whole.
One day, I will finally be home.
Copyright © Christopher Steven Coan | Year Posted 2011
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