Far Forever

The history is in your eyes,
New moments spilling over wells of memory
Carving new paths for each tear to take.

They will find their way home,
Here in my hands, in your hands
let my fingers start the healing,
Not even the ancient father will avert the end,
The sweet consonance to come.

It seems Never soon enough.
Never is a naughty word.


Don’t be far forever.
Sometimes a man must take the path less traveled by
His needles and lovers must stand by.
Sometimes I think I’ll never turn back
Or will be overtaken by lovers less thrilling.

My heart has its home, though these feet roam
Wounds will rise, battles wage in the skies
The Wanderer will have his way and then
Come hell and heaven, I will have you,

Again.

I won’t be far forever.