home to me

hands trace the moments
we fell for another
and worlds we directed
back home
soft rings the bell
against the blue towers
a dog barks
as somewhere the flood
of canyons uprooted
by rivers and crying
for a long ago place
where lovers were loved

there's a rub
to the map
marked by crosses and blue
silver drawn soft down the lines
another runs straight
between endless red mesas
where still rains the dust
of chimneys
warmed to remember

sails fall away as stories
are spread
wings nearly fade to the sun
whisper of something
we wanted to say
were not for their pleasures
we come

a sleepy cafe
a bed hardly settled
rural these places of rest
shadows fall hazy
across the great river
gone are the truths
unconfessed
forgotten the taste of love
bears reminding
and somewhere
bells speak
of home