Looking back through
The dark window of memory
Through another window
At my childhood home
Long ago in another place,
As a young man I felt it slipping away
Becoming intangible, the ground
Giving way beneath my feet
On the other side of the glass
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
The sentiment warm within my heart,
So I sang a song of angels
Those inside at first startled
Then came laughing and crying out
Till I was met at the door with
Familial embraces, greetings 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,
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
Away from the spring time,
From the summer of home
Although the road may
Take us back again,
We can never really stay
Oh yes, I knew it then,
Again as I know it now
Even as a boy, I knew
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 tearful to me now
A weaving now unwoven
Allows the wind to blow
Through life's threads
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 wind, rain and sun
In another place,
Through another window.
