Nigh
Take me back -
to those moonlit walks, with that silver sentinel o'er head,
to what I thought was wisdom, the thoughts to which I was led.
Take me back -
to that one mall where they played that song we liked, 'Dark Blue',
a prelude to that one girl, those few times, saying 'I love you'.
Take me back -
to that place where the majority of folks say 'hi', or nothing at all,
to some civility instead of omnipresent hatred, "brotherhood's" call.
A hundred and one days ago, I wrote of going home;
I spoke of a race there, of which I could pen a tome.
Now, at thirty nine days to go, I feel better and better;
such a short time left, and away with many a fetter.
I can be put down, I can suffer every hassle;
I can be forever disappointed in my choice to be their vassal.
However, time will not be so easily leashed, time will roll on;
time mars and mends, and for good or ill gives the ceaseless dawn.
So, I bid thee, time - take me back.
To that place I was away from for two long years,
the hearth that I now see with such different eyes and ears.
Take me back -
to that house where I learned to shoot a bow, to build, to work,
to that second family with many a smile and many a quirk.
Take me back -
to the driveway where I knelt in the rain,
the only answer to my questions the storm's refrain.
Take me back to much of the old,
and onward to all of the new.
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