*A Sentimental Journey Home
Sunlight slanting in the pane
and Lighting up the floor.
Ivy creeping to the roof
Just like it did before.
At the fence the stately pine
almost reaches to the skies.
A mourning willow sways to and fro
beneath its thousand sighs.
Along the pathway flowers grow
As every year they do:
forget me nots catch morning dew
like tears in their eyes of blue.
A familiar place yet not the same.
The stone has darker grown
And Lichen covers the gabled roof
since I was still at home.
We have changed these passing years
yet here I am once more.
With only echoes ever calling me
From sweet voices of before.
Within my sweetest memory
The sounds of long ago
are calling to me gently
as they whisper oh so low.
The voices fade with shadows dark
inside the broken door
And my tears are seeing what has been
That haunts me evermore.*
Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 12:04 PM UTC
*A Sentimental Journey Home
Sunlight slanting in the pane
and Lighting up the floor.
Ivy creeping to the roof
Just like it did before.
At the fence the stately pine
almost reaches to the skies.
A mourning willow sways to and fro
beneath its thousand sighs.
Along the pathway flowers grow
As every year they do:
forget me nots catch morning dew
like tears in their eyes of blue.
A familiar place yet not the same.
The stone has darker grown
And Lichen covers the gabled roof
since I was still at home.
We have changed these passing years
yet here I am once more.
With only echoes ever calling me
From sweet voices of before.
Within my sweetest memory
The sounds of long ago
are calling to me gently
as they whisper oh so low.
The voices fade with shadows dark
inside the broken door
And my tears are seeing what has been
That haunts me evermore.*