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It’s been a very reasonable day. Just a light shower or two

walking along these country lanes, round each corner, a different view.

But it’s getting late now and darkness will soon be here

there’s a haunting sound from the wood nearby, I hope it’s nothing to fear.

I know I should be thinking of making my way back and I really did think I was on the right track.

And yet, wherever I seem to look and wherever I seem to roam

I just can’t seem to find my way back home.
 

I’ve climbed to some higher ground now, such a wonderful view

I can smell the freshness in the air and in the distance, see my home now too.

But it’s getting cooler and there’s a strange stillness up here

I can almost feel the cold silence, which I hope is nothing to fear.

Now darkness has fallen but in the moon light I can see

a path that I think looks familiar to me.

It leads to a narrow stream, I can cross on a stepping stone

so I can try to find my way back home.
 

Having waited in the darkness, I can now see in the light dawn brings

I sense all of the beauty of nature around me and I listen as a blackbird sings.

But with the dawn a storm has gathered and above me dark clouds are near

and as the thunder cracks and lightning flashes, I hope there is nothing to fear.

Now I’m feeling lost, tired, wet and cold and like someone who has suddenly grown old.

And I don’t want to be here in this place, any longer on my own

I just want to find my way back home.
 

There’s a shaft of light from an open curtain and it’s so bright in my eyes                                                                                                                                                                                                  and the noise from a radio alarm clock catches me by surprise.

As I wake up, the duvet feels warm and comforting against my skin

and there is someone beside me, still sleeping, so I don’t say anything.

I look around me and I know I am home

I’m not really somewhere lost and alone.

And of course I realise things are not really as bad as they seem

for I was lost, but only somewhere in a dream.

— Timbo, Apr 01, 2010

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Country/Region: GBR

Favorite Poets: Rather than poets I tend to be influenced by songwriters and have a love of lyrics.

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Ravenshakti

Ravenshakti

16 years 2 months ago

Hello...

Wonderful images are brought to life with your words... I went on a little journey with your poem; I could feel, see, and touch it. I love a poem that allows me this pleasure. Beautiful and beautifully done. Gentle regards, Raven
Tim

Tim

16 years 2 months ago

Hi there Raven, thank you

Hi there Raven, thank you for your beautiful comments. It's wonderful to write something and then get a reaction like this. kind regards and thank you. Tim