Travelling (Home)

Send us Fan MailTravelling (home)Travelling back, to a place I used to call home, listening to old music, guitar and voices, bringing me back, from feeling aloneOutside, the darkness is closing, inside, I’m sitting on a train, rushing, hurrying,passing me by, watching it all For it seems a while since I’ve come through this way, left a few tears since then, under this forgotten sky, maybe I leftto forget,only nowto  remember, the passing of what wasonly once,this future,this day.But I’m tired now, the hours and days like leaves spinning into years,yearsthat just seemto fall, ‘causeit’s beginning to feellike autumn, nights getting longer, starting to feel the cold, the rain,it’s fallen’ againjust trying,trying to remember what was,trying to recallBut I have youright here, beside me,I can hold your hand tight, keeps me from falling behind, the seasons have passed so quickly, not taking those chances, those opportunities, makin’ me blind, to the fadingof nightGetting nearer now, my train my time,is slowing down, coming to the station, looking through the window, empty of nothing, but memories,seems no one is around,Hearing again,the whistle, fading, walking along the footpaths, reading lifebetween the lines between the open trees, the familiar windows, more quickly now,for time’spulling away,but no one’s looking, no one leaves,no one’s remembered, since I left this place, at the end of another journey,that led from foreverback to today.Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me [email protected]