When it leaves you feel very lonely
like leaving home and never knowing the return
first out the door you momentarily wait
to look back, the last look of sight for a while
but there will be glimpses
of promising light, the return of sight
and for this unaware we pray
await the day, the triumphant return home

as to be gone as to be here
one same as the next but veiled
each behind the other first then last
the now born again of infinite moments
the moments shone dimensionally
transmuting, transforming, transfiguration
follow the passion without hesitation
until you find yourself lost only to help another

Why should we wait to embrace ourselves
in the warm welcome of great return home
having walked out front door fully aware
once turned back last time to stare
and bid goodbye hello goodbye my friend
our time forever infinity has no end
for we wave at ourselves the mirror reflect
let’s do it one more time, what do you say, what the heck

as now we have the time of our life
experience will choose you and make thee his wife
sojourn complete, marriage receipt
so pay the piper and the fiddler his dues
the ghost of all time plays to the moon
and the fresh birth of sunshine sky blue air
back from forever but now incomplete
missing, wanting, hoping, singing praise for allah

so when are the wise wise to ask why
if question breed answers and answers breed lies
the brain cannot know what the heart understands
our home lies forever in the palm of our hands
and in our hands rest our face weary from fate
so close the eyes gently remember the gate
one last look back the last again for this while
awake homecoming day, remember when you smile

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