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Its a Long Way Home

It’s a long way home
Through the woods and greens
And the sparkling blue.
It’s a long way
through the yellow fields, and wind
likecotton flowers over the sky
it’s a long way home
to the west end,
across the bridge, and
into the clouds.

When you walk alone,
Through the roads like pythons at rest,
you learn to dance
Your hands, your robes
fly like seagulls over the infinite sea

A long way,
Through the years
marked over your tree of life
as faces, dates and moments.
Through the loves you buried
And others you died of.

A long way before the rain
And through the flood

A long way, a long way,
of purple skies and red earths
Through the strings of guitar
And the music of the mountains
Through the forest and
moods of life in its variety
A long, long way,
Such a long way,
for the final turn
that would take you home.