Expatrius

 

I come from a land

Of childhood dreams

A place of gentle vision

Seen through lowly eyes.

 

Where the wind walks

Through the wild wood

While a drizzle

Slowly falls.

 

I left my place of safety

To go out into beyond:

No longer just awakened,

No, now I'm really here

 

Later, when it's over,

I will go back to quiet havens

Where bright swallows

Swoop and dip.

 

If I can last, another day

Will come with yellow light,

Draw me close again into

The place I used to know.