The way back home I.
The gentle buzz of engines humming
as I wave goodbye
the click of wheels on railroad metal
gets lost in whistle’s cry.
I walk off to the distance, further
the road not lonely though
the crows in trees rasp laughingly
as I am followed by the snow.
World’s end? No, it is not
I am but a lonely speck
even more so as reality dawns
you are never coming back.
The tears that fall on earth beneath
get swallowed by the snow
I run now, through the winter scape
but know not where I go.
What did I feel? What do I feel?
Walking without hand in hand
does the road ahead still holds appeal?
Can I drain the emptiness
and fill the void with laugh and joy?
Can a broken heart still feel?
Time to leave the pain behind
close the wound and heal.
I look up, from the stupor waking
where am I? In the park
where we met, where we sat
laughed and cried through light and dark.
I gather wits and scatter sorrow
and cease this pointless roam
shake the snow and scare the crows
to find my way back home.
05.12.16 Daniël Luchies © Daniel L. Raven [Count Daniël Luchies]
The way back home II.
The engines hum
our last goodbye
the sound gets drowned
in whistle’s cry.
The distance longs
where sun hangs low
the road ahead
gets lost in snow.
The crows in trees
a murder full
all laugh at me
their rasp so cruel.
A tear from cheek
gets lost in snow
like our promise
and our vow.
The world adrift
come dusk, come dawn
I drift along
for you are gone.
But winter scape
and barren earth
care not for sorrow
our my hurt.
The world just turns
turns day, turns night
I turn along
and pain I hide.
Do you feel
still my hand?
Or did you drain the void
from laugh and joy?
Is your heart whole?
Did you leave the pain
and closed the wound?
Or were you never broken?
Was it just a game
that you won?
And were you done
playing?
Are you done
playing?
The day turns
the light to night
I follow suit
turn wrong to right.
I scatter sadness
feed the crows
and shake the snow
from weary brow.
I gather wits
and stand up tall
and leave the crater
from my fall.
I can go on
even alone
just have to find
my way back home.
07.12.16 Daniël Luchies © Daniel L. Raven [Count Daniël Luchies]
The way back home III.
Do you feel as I feel
still my hand in your hand?
Or is there just a void
where your heart used to be?
An emptiness inside
devoid from laugh and joy?
A stillness, a coldness
never aflame.
Has the time come
to leave the pain
and heal the wounds?
Stitch the tears
and glue the cracks?
Stop the rolling of the dice
and quit the game?
Time to quit this game.
I wipe the snow
from my weary face
where it clings to tears
that lost their place
from the corners of my eyes.
I snipe at the crows
branched in the trees
gatherers of souls
ain’t getting me
I ain’t ready yet to die.
I crawl from the hole
my fall left behind
and start my walk
towards the dawning light
that shines the sky’s dome.
A vow to the remnants
what’s left of my fate
to not be love’s fodder
in this war of love and hate
a shuffle, a step
moving slowly forward
one foot before the other
I have finally made
the way back home.
11.12.16 Daniël Luchies © Daniel L. Raven [Count Daniël Luchies]