RocCenere

Always Going Home Last night I had that dream again Once more I had my wings Aloft I journeyed through the sky I passed so many things I was all destination Focused where I go Eager for arriving Never moving slow And so I labored through the night My wings received no rest My gaze a tunnel vision view My task a trying test And in that distance in my mind Beyond the sharp horizon The endless night ate up the hours As starlight made scales glisten For out there somewhere is a place From sight but not from mind Where memories yet live and sing And I can find my kind. And there we soar, and love and sing In balmy breezy skie