These gentle streets guide me to you

brought here by some unknown obligation.

I see the lights and they shine vermilion

the cars and the trains pass me by.

 

Footsteps play out of tempo

creating a sound I have never heard before,

yet one that is so familiar,

like some deep forgotten memory.

 

It is like these roads know I am approaching-

preparing the path, carved by your words.

Your breath; the breeze that lightly ushers me,

and your eyes; the lamps that light the journey.

 

My arrival is ritual, a voyager lost at sea,

a prodigal son, a solider from war.

I return just as they did; always to you

always, home.