Where are you going?

I am going back.

Have you come far?

I have come a long way.

From lands where the red light hangs

Like a curtain on the boughs, and is broken on the shore:

Where children laugh as you pass

Among the crystal groves

And now I must go back

To a land where the light is grey

And each day is the same as the one that came before

Stranger, if they ask, tell them I am going home.

M. Rephun (c) 2007