Grey Havens

(Homeland)

in the place of long shadows

the comfort of the twilight that has no beginning, no end

is where I dwell

They call it winter here

I call it

the closest I can get to home

other than to sleep, dream, and journey.

A place where the snowflake can be heard

it’s landing touch.

Where I can hear the bird’s wing, no matter how small and swift

The hand of the wind, caresses my brow

and the only perfume

is emitted from the breath of a tree, and the mosses sigh

answering my footfall

on the path to my homeland

and there all my loved ones dwell

not separated

nor imprisoned

by man’s time-piece.

No veils divide us from one another

For truth is here

in pureness and peace.

This is where my heart lives.

Hear lives in my heart.