Traveling On

I knew these meadows long ago

The quiet space where the grasses could slowly grow

Surrounded by mountains risen high

A comforting shelter from long, dark nights

I knew the stars that shined above

Showing me the way with all their love

Dancing even when the curtain came down

Closure rests best where night allows

I knew the ocean even as it called

From far away, as waves would rise and fall

Her rhythm keeps her song forever in my mind

But she crashes often out of time

And I know I cannot know it all quite so well

Forever, as time has his own story to tell

But I won’t forget the way I called it home

Nor the way my departure left the greatest hole

But I just could not bear to see

The grasses burned, the risen sea

The chiseled mountains worn and tired

Beneath the fuelless stars of my once bright sky

Yes, I know I cannot know it all quite so well

Forever, as time has his own story to tell

But I won’t forget the way I called it home

No matter where, where I may roam.