Coming Home
No guide to my upcoming journey
besides, that I’ll travel due north
visit the land I comfortably knew
bond with some souls who remember my name
might be that I’ll never be here again
where I was born and grew
where I grew wings and I flew
always adventuring
traveler’s song I sing
as I pass through and through;
until I cannot do.
Blinddream 05/2012


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~R~