The Window

Looking back through the dark window of memory
Through another window at my childhood home
Long ago in another place, even then I felt it slipping away
Becoming intangible, the ground giving way beneath my feet
On the other side happy faces silent as the snow outside
Held there in the golden light like an animated spell
The ice glistening at the heavens cold moon and stars
The air pure like mountain water and the sentiment warm within
And within my heart, so I sang a song of angels
Those inside first startled and then laughing and crying out
Till I was met at the door with familial embrace and kisses
I had once again managed the seemingly impossible
To escape back to my place of acceptance, and caring
The place of love and kindness, where others assumed my wellbeing
Where food, good times and spirits flew to my side
How I longed to stay but felt that I could not
That my lease was up, that my story was beginning elsewhere
I understand now about what Longfellow wrote:
"And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."
Every far off place visited, leaves many a fond ones behind
But visions and forces beyond our control drive us out
Into the winter night of life from the spring time and summer
Although the road may take us back again we can never really stay
Oh yes, I knew it then even as I know it now
Even as a boy, I knew that there'd be an end to it all
To those good times, to that good place and to those good folks
It was fearful to me then, even as it is somewhat tearful to me now
A weaving now unwoven allows the wind to blow through this page
And I must let go of that which I cannot catch
Till I am caught up in it once again, with them, in another time
With the rain and sun through another window.