Coming home

In my absence I find a painful tear unable to be cried,

as we walk together on the sands of destiny.

So much to express behind what reasons wait,

unexplained by dreams these visions of light.

In ways I see I am so blinded by your eyes,

one path to face and together we stand.

No winter kissing the lips of the dying,

where the sun shines deep inside.

Wandering aimlessly to each other,

no need to see what our hearts feel.

Making a way unattainable we see,

open hearts on the hands of the wicked.

Tearing apart the ice to feel you becoming,

my world of passion, my image beyond dreams.

Wait no longer, find in my hands your own,

I am on my way, I am almost home.









Johnny Newell