in reach of home

i remember as a child awake
in bed, poised in between two worlds
of dream, in wonder of this place i found
myself alone to be, a stranger in strange land
without my tribe, an empty hand my heart beseeched
unto the night, sky rushed away in blur of falling stars
to reach, one thought to fill my mind, where are my people
home to find

and of this thing i've dared not dream,
to do so but to fling myself upon sharp knives
of longing, pierced in silent cry of loneliness unfathomed
deep inside, with which i've borne in silent witness twined, as
friend and lover feared to loose, and yet would gladly bid goodbye
my shadow, this entire life

companioned steps through journeyed time,
in sparkling lands sought wonders, wide laid bare
to glide as ghosts through mind, as were a dream fulfilled
and yet but empty memories to bide the time, in wait of smiles
and searching laughter, pleasures, fleeting moments, all the while
my wound in blanket silence hides

and then to find in realms beyond imagined and
all dream, an echo, seeking arrow flies unsought for
in my heart, unseen, wound winds its way unto my soul, tip
bathed in nectar brings, unto my lips faint taste of promise death
of lies, to point the way to freedom offered in embrace, jewel hidden
from my eye

does lead me back unto this place within my heart
i've dared not spy, nor let my thoughts imagined ply does
suddenly seem real, and though a thousand miles to cross and
feel, a gulf of pain these doors unlocked my self revealed, and
yet in realms of thought lies not but emptiness to roam; can this be real,
am i, in reach of home