Homeland (Poetry)
27th December 2015
From Annie’s Journal (The Riverway)
What dreams from that deep darkness come! —
lost visions of a land stretched warm
and green — where midnight’s waters run
with moonlight’s silver streaks — and dawn
breaks gentle on tall stands of trees
sun fingers every bud to break
and flowers scent each idle breeze
to stir the heart and let it ache
for fields it knew in childhood days —
horizons aged by cloud and rain
those scenes that fade — dissolve in haze
and paths I’ll never walk again.
What dreams from that deep darkness come! —
lost visions of a land stretched warm
and green — where midnight’s waters run
with moonlight’s silver streaks — and dawn
breaks gentle on tall stands of trees
sun fingers every bud to break
and flowers scent each idle breeze
to stir the heart and let it ache
for fields it knew in childhood days —
horizons aged by cloud and rain
those scenes that fade — dissolve in haze
and paths I’ll never walk again.