Returning

Tis good to be home.

So went my thoughts as I approached the door,
Yet doubts intruded. The Cottage lit from within
With the light of love and the warmth of peace,
Songs beckoning through the darkness of the wood.

Yet return I must, e'en though I be turned away,
Needing the magick of the place, the spell of the song.

Nevets

i know the road you've traveled upon
the lanes , the paths the avenue
i know them all for all of time
i've traveled next to you

evening streaks the sky
as twilight slips away
candle's glow of one small light
beckons you to stay

windchime song in gentle breeze
sings softly thru the night
open wide the door and step inside
be embraced by a love ever bright....

lilibon

©1999


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