Back Steve Day - The Lights of Home Next

I remember the lights of home
Lights between this world and that
Lights that pull like magnets the earthless people
Child-like inmates of a crimson abode.


We are but dreams woven of sleeping particles
We shimmer and dance across the
Spangled awning of not-quite-night
Deathless, breathless, absorbed in wonder
Drenched in our white linen remebrance


I remember the lights of home
I wish I'd never gone
I remember Your hair so white and flying
"Not for one moment are ye left alone".

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