The long way home

Around the corner
around the block
its a long way home from where you are to
where you live.
So we trod the path
walk the line
find our way in the maze that
both opens doors
and closes minds
Finding our way
a way
through the morass and the mud
the long way home.
Our ears
caked with forgotten words
seal shut against the cold
our eyes no longer seeing the path
only seeing home
and we trudge on.

The last light house on the way home

The light swings in circles
warning of rocks or a reef ahead
calling to ships in the night to heed the warning, to prepare for disaster.
On the way from
where I was to home
there was always one last lighthouse
a cricle of light
warning of reefs or rocks
some danger that I should heed
and yet
blithly I walked on
Never hearing the warning
from the last lighthouse
and standing here
the rain pouring around me
watching the last lighthouse spin around
I wonder if I could have understood the warning
had I but paid attention.
There is a lighthouse, the last lighthouse
on my way home
It warns of rocks or reefs
a danger I should heed.
If only I had listened
If only I had heard
Lost in the pouring rain
pondering the warning
pondering the word
of the last lighthosue on my way home.