Coming HomeA Poem by David Lewis PagetMy mind is musty, overgrown With weeds and deeds the years have sown
And names untold that never left a face,
I turned to you to find you’d gone
Just like the bird that nodded on
Unknowing, and unseeing in its grace.
But must the world of you and I
Take such a breath of time to die
We hungered for the far horizon race,
I turned to find the years between
Had spun the web, but lost the dream;
The far horizons stare us in the face!
David Lewis Paget
© 2012 David Lewis PagetFeatured Review
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