Familiar

Familiar


Familiar words
echo through the woods.
I've committed them to memory,
of places far and deep --
places travelled
in my sleep.

Familiar dream,
fluttering poplar leaves,
yellow and green in noonday sun --
beautiful face behind a tree,
flirting, smiling
back at me.

Familiar voice
(a giggle sometimes)
from reverie it startles me --
a sweet, fragrant, lakeside breeze,
and mournful singing
from the trees.

Familiar path,
in darkness I tread --
lifetimes (maybe more),
holding love within my heart,
whispering your name --
you lead me back
home again.