The day we brought you home

There was a storm.

The sky grew black as night, thunder shook,

Like pages in a ghostly horror book.

You and your mother slept upstairs, safe and warm.

The branches on the tree beat up and down,

Like some mad clumsy bird to leave the ground.

It’s leaves like feathers fluttered in the air,

Or gypsy curses in some long nightmare.

The world has its pain.

The world has its grief.

The dark light inside the rain.

A solitary leaf.

The moment when you feel

Completely lost.

Not remembering what you love

Or what it cost.

What you wanted from another,

What you expected to find,

What you couldn’t take with you,

Or let go and leave behind.

Sometimes we’re prisoners,

Other times we’re free.

We feel like tiny islands

In an empty endless sea, 

Or we feel like mountains

Shining in the sun,

Down us silver rivers,

Wet rainbows run.

We feel disconnected, isolated, dead,

Like a baby screaming hopelessly

That never will be fed,

Until it gives up trying, 

Thinks what’s the use of crying,

I died the moment I was born,

I starved on loneliness and scorn,

I lost the will to trust another,

I lost my father and my mother.

But then somebody takes your hand,

and leads you to a peaceful land,

And loves you like no other,

Like a sister or a brother, 

Like a lover or a friend.

Then all your scars will heal

And your heart will mend.

It was a long time ago you left us,

You went without a warning or a sign,

You took all you wanted to take with you,

Running like a memory from your mind.

I slept like an old man in winter,

I dreamt we were dancing in the snow,

With your soft white arms wrapped around me,

And your warm heart helping me grow.

And all I need to keep me full now,

Is the beauty that came to me at birth,

The spectacles of season, 

A respect for their good reasons,

Rising and shining, growing and dying,

Living day to day on this earth.

And all we need to keep our spirits strong,

Is the love and the laughter,

The peace that comes after,

And the hopeful happy feeling of a song.

So let our voices rise together,

Let our hearts and bodies fly,

Like clouds we float like a feather,

Drifting slowly through the silent sky.

I thought of all the highways we had traveled,

Remembered all the rivers we had crossed,

But I couldn’t seem to find

One face I’d left behind,

Or a single sight of land I had lost.

And I thought of all the people I knew once,

All passengers or prisoners of life,

When I saw my son sucking on the nipple,

On the ripe full breasts of my wife.

And all I need to keep me full now,

Is the beauty that came to me at birth,

The spectacles of season, 

A respect for their good reasons,

Rising and shining, growing and dying,

Living day to day on this earth.

And all we need to keep our spirits strong,

Is the love and the laughter,

The peace that comes after,

And the hopeful happy feeling of a song.

So let our voices rise together,

Let our hearts and bodies fly,

Like clouds we float like a feather,

Drifting slowly through the silent sky.