A year ago today,
I came to this new land
Knowing not what to expect,
Whether I’d feel at home or not

A year ago today,
I gave my old life away
I boxed and packed it safely
For the day I planned to return

Now today,
I can’t say this is home,
But on the eve of a brief return,
Home is not home anymore.

I believe I’ve lost my way,
To say I had it once seems foolish now to say.

The ground under my feet,
It’s not the same,
And that’s okay.

I’ve lost my way…
The realist thing I’ve never said
And I don’t mind wondering
If I’ll find it before my last sun kissed day.

She had been wild once
It had coursed through her veins
Pumped her heart with pleasure
And fearsome embrace

Now in peace she resides
Or so they say.
The wild stalks no more
And darkness remains outside.

When the fields of sunflowers,
Rolling gently along the hills pass by,
She lingers
Longingly gazing at the open

Knowing if she laid in the fields,
This ancient land would swallow her.
A tender embrace
A grave, perhaps one she could call home,
If there is such a place.

Send me on my way wishing well
I don't ask for true love
Though it's nice to be held at night,
Or a million pieces of silver
I'd have to pay it all to Ceasar,
I don't ask for vengeance
Even if some wrongs have never been set right,
I don't ask for the gift of prophecy
My dreams are enough already,

I ask,
My throat be quenched on a hot day,
A fire warm my face in bitter cold,
Laughter never far from my lips,
Not a care when a wrong is better off than I,
A sunrise that makes me happy to be alive,
Empty eyes so I never forget why I tossed this coin
To be free of all I cannot say.

The sky retreats,
Upon the drum sound,
Every heart utters its last beat.

As eyes grow dim,
Hazed in clouded lens,
Lies a wreath of grief.

A tender embrace,
Wrapped in a cool breeze,
The end nears complete.

All that’s loved,
Feared and hated,
Have come to cease.

The river meets the sea,
A journey of memory,
Of all that’s been and will come to be.

The desert is a special place,
Among the red cliffs and hellish scapes,
The empty spaces wait,
Fallen boulders lie like sentinels at the gates

Painted rocks,
Of a ****** sun,
Colorful river, snaking along
Full of Siren songs

The heat is merciless,
A slave master
With chains and whips
But something here,

Whispers through the canyons,
Of what lies ahead,
The barren before the end
No man’s land

Here the mystics sing,
Through the breeze
And swirling sands
Of the beginning and the end.

My riddled words,
A mystery haunts me,
As if I’ve seen the ending
And it’s driven me insane.

If it wasn’t for the day,
I’d never leave the night.
I’d forget my way,
And my name.

Dancing on the edge,
Of a cliff that’s far too high.
I’ve fallen many times,
So much so I know the climb.

A delicate day,
Spring just a short distance away
Yet winter still promising May.
This time of rebirth reminds me….

I left the kettle on,
Before I woke up in this place.