Day 530: Light A Candle

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light a candle in the window,
for i am coming home.

 

there was a road –
a winding road –
that forgot the place to me.

and on it there were dangers
treacherous and fine,
and treasures there
that though i’d find,
they never would be mine.

and on it was a bridge
that washed and washed with water,
almost my memory;
and took all but the seeds
of what you are to me.

and on it strode my searching feet
with grace
on blistered soul,

stepping into days
and years
till my past
was story told.

 

light a candle in the window,
for i am coming home.

 

i have caught the scent
of laden hearth
and ancient embers glowing.

i have caught it on the autumn wind;
it blows me toward my going,

 

my pace quickens
as i recall

 

the heart
that lives

that lives
inside it all.

 

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