Walk right in,
take your place
like you never left
because you can
and you should.
I knew you’d be back someday,
if only for a short while
to tell us great adventures stories
of lush forests in canyons deep
with strange creatures from distant lands...
...and just like that,
smoldering fires burn again.
Together
we’ll give passion to the old songs
while we sing to the spirit in the window,
and the day you left
will seem like a bad dream
from long ago.
(Rise above it, rise above it, it’s the right thing to do.)
Welcome home
my old friend,
back to the place
where our journey began,
we’ve lived lifetimes since then.
Ken Owen Van Niddy Press October 2013
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