When Silence Beckons

The glowing embers of the moments we spent together;
Are like stars guiding a ship caught in the doldrums.
The huskiness in your voice that caught my imagination,
Leads me onto your gates like the Pied Piper.
The depth in your eyes which made me lose my senses,
Keeps me sane; for I long to immerse in it again.
And just like the Magi; who followed their star,
I am coming home beloved; I am coming back to you.

I remember the smell of the yellow mustard fields;
Where we rung out the bells when spring began.
I remember the angry waves lashing onto the shore.
And erasing our footprints as we walked on the beach.
I remember the romance of the bright moonlit nights;
When we, like children, talked about the beauty of it all.
And just like the Magi; who followed their star,
I am coming home beloved; I am coming back to you.

Lamps lining the roadside are like butterflies of gas,
They flash past me and create a blinding streak of light.
The radio airs jarring notes, but they seem in melody.
Maybe it’s true; maybe it’s my mind playing tricks on me.
I count the milestones, they form an endless chain.
But I have faith, and I believe they will sometime end.
And just like the Magi; who followed their star,
I am coming home beloved; I am coming back to you.