Looking Back


Looking back I saw a night with no stars
When I was between worlds and waiting
I rejoiced at the song that filled me
Music pulled at me and I followed
While memories of lifetimes spoke to me
Calling you home, calling me home

Balanced under the crest of the moon
You waited there, as you always have
Until we found each other again
And danced to the midsummer song
While fireflies floated around us
Calling us home, calling us home

Through the mist of autumn leaves
The river rocks stand immortal
Along the path where we return
Guided by the light of those we love
Bittersweet as the wine we drink
Knowing you are home, I am home

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Cynthia Sherar
Cynthia Sherar has been a parent educator, teacher and school administrator who writes historical fiction and poetry in her spare time. Her poetry blog is wordfourword.blogspot.com.


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