-- The Way Home --

John Herlihy

Every day brings me a step closer,

To finding on my own the way home.

I hear drumbeats beating a steady rhythm,

Or the low, solo notes of a distant piano.

Some inner music follows me pianissimo,

Melodies I never thought I could ever know.

The cords they are a-sounding on my heart,

Deep and vibratory, felt right from the start.

A stranger somehow turns into a familiar face,

Then I am lost again roaming in some alien place.

Hopes rise like suns over the horizon it seems,

The day ends, the sun sets, and so do my dreams.

The unknown stretches before but what do I seek,

Nothing at all but what rightfully is mine to meet.

Oceanic the feeling as I gaze at the distant horizon,

The world’s edge has a message my vision to widen.

I will sit here a while as birds fly under heaven’s dome,

No doubt they too are searching for their way home.

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(c) John Herlihy 18 May 2019