4 thoughts on “Home

  1. wounded, my horse carries me home to thee
    upon night-lit trailings, parted.
    becalmed, each leans to lee;
    on yards, sailors started
    to draft such sights.
    there I have seen some northern lights.

    aye, then how this dream here beckons to you,
    asleep, darkened hallways calling
    ‘fore dawn prisms morn’s dew.
    witness last star falling;
    aflames your skies
    where I have seen some northern lights.

    beyond distant hollow, steed’s in pasture
    standing to west; knowing of me
    when a thought was last sure.
    how I lost; out at sea,
    hear your breath-sighs
    and I have seen those northern lights
    in your eyes.

    Serf r-

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