Returning Home

There are so many timeless words in ancient rhyme…they move me deeply in my soul. For this “end of the journey” poem, I will use some of those fondest lines. I’m not going to tell you where they are, or who wrote them. That part is for you to enjoy.

Returning Home

Whose woods these are I think I know,
A mystic somewhere I can’t go,
An Eldorado for my heart,
Where trodden trails at last shall part.

The wanderlust of distant shore,
To roam and roam around the world…
Traverse the veil forevermore,
And see the universe unfurled.

The winsome memories I keep,
Wherever my wild soul shall roam,
Who drew from out the boundless deep,
Returning to eternal home.