Swim in it
Stars are stashed
They'll return, and burn
The ground is still soft, poised to receive what falls from the trees.
Children still play but won't stay.
It's transition.
Refrain from flight
Shed fear of lost light.
Snap cleanly away from your roots
Just shoots
The ground that was laid, the field that you played
They've all gone away and given to grey.
Search for a spark, a light in the dark
Something so strong you can keep going on.
The wind and weather, the leaves left on trees
Seems it would please but only a tease.
You remember the sound of your feet driving down
The smell of the air
The sound of the snare
In a moment you feel the days that have passed
Try to grasp
But too fast.
A heart with a shroud of mineral stone
Alone
Where's home?
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