-TO THE BAND

in the hearts of men,

our moments lived were one for the high,

the oceans were driven in the winds of time,

my dreams are here,

my eyes are open,

when will you be coming home babe,

lets touch the sands of this day,

divided in two now sewn together

with time over and over,

redrawn,

ready to burst through the soul,

I am coming home.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Old and young men do hold on to dreams.
"in the hearts of men,
our moments lived were one for the high, "
Most men desire to test life and see where there land. I like the desire and the ending to the excellent poem.
Coyote