fragments of that lifetime ago
the sun low to the end day horizon
and my childhood companions shouting
and laughter
the intense feel scent of fresh cut grass
the long shadows garden gate
spiders web and the shell of
brick doorway
the long path with its tangled trees
what man tread there
what past tread through this dark wood
mesmerized by the burnt ruin
captured by the tale
i would stand in that doorway
and ask for her hand
i would ride in the brisk sun
a child no more
free of the things that bound me to that place
were it that i could go back
undo all wrought
but standing here in the sea and sand
i pray that i finally have come home