I wish to go <br />To a place I know. <br />It's a little bit south of somewhere north of here. <br />I spent some time there long ago, <br />Those summer days of youth, <br />In search of Love and Truth, <br />With spirit free and clear. <br /> <br />Time I spent <br />When north I went <br />Seated silent in the shade. My mind would roam. <br />Eyes half closed, content. <br />Answers were sought, <br />Though questions were naught, <br />So far from love and home. <br /> <br />The summers were warm <br />And it was the norm, <br />A little bit south of somewhere north of here, <br />For an evening storm, <br />Then the scent of the trees, <br />And an on-shore breeze, <br />With a night sky bright and clear. <br /> <br />But now it seems, <br />They are only dreams, <br />Of that place somewhere north of here. <br />Oft recurring themes, <br />Do from days to daze, <br />In a multitude of ways <br />Compound uncertainty and fear. <br /> <br />Now the clouds and rain, <br />Rusted joints and winter pain, <br />Focus thoughts on a dark and changing vision. <br />As for a passenger on a train. <br />The landscape passes by, <br />And no matter how I try, <br />There's only time for indecision. <br /> <br />I must take command, <br />Exactly where I stand <br />A distance south of that place north of here. <br />And with my aging hand. <br />Take the rudder of my days, <br />Tighten sheets, loosen stays <br />And point into the tide and steer. <br /> <br />2012<br /><br />Greg Davidson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/going-north/
