Overnight Journey Home - by Vicente Reyes

Overnight Journey Home

My love do not scream and your eyes flood when really

It is your whispers that my dreams arouse so do

Look at me as you did before and forgive my absence for it was

The madness of the moon that led me far from you but day

Comes chirping with tinkling beams to your sleepless window,

And I come to you from the shadows of another world as if

I could not trace my path homeward in the night for the fog

Clouded my eyes and in the mesmerizing sounds of sighs I

Could not resist so in the weakness of my gender I did give

A warm hand to a feathered friend in a distant land and now

I feel emptiness within for the cold ash of our hearth lies flat.

I bring you wood that is dry and always I will light the fire so

Please forgive that in this hour I turn to go again for the green

Cannot burn and the smoke would only bring tears so then we

If we are we please let us be united and if you agree, then I

Can try to dry this wood or better still let me go gather by

The sweat of my brow a bit of kindling for the evening spell

Has made the high clouds of the morn turn a bit chilly today.

I hunger for your smile, and for a piece of bread I could not be

So further from you than as if I had in the depths of yonder

Woods tasted fruit from the tree and you not with me then,

So I have carried an ache within like one does when the miles

Are not yet done and there is an urgency in every step.

At the setting of the sun I was far from home and cold so you

Need not know how it came to be I could not see my way to

Resist the temptation of the Inn and so I did sin look I

Have paid the price and no soft pillow and no hot bath can

Remove from me the sense of betrayal for it was but as they

Say the spirit indeed is willing but the flesh is weak.

August 5, 2000

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