They say that when the body sleeps, <br />The spirit needs to roam, <br />It rises up to leave this plane, <br />To find a place called home. <br /> <br />It meets up with the friends it knew, <br />It stays a while and then, <br />A time of joy and solace, <br />To find, it’s peace again. <br /> <br />It travels far beyond the veil, <br />So much it seems to see, <br />Great beauty in the landscapes, <br />The rivers, and the trees. <br /> <br />No darkness comes to dim the light, <br />No distance is too great, <br />For just a thought of longing, <br />Will bring you to their gate. <br /> <br />And then you’ll be before them, <br />They greet you with a smile, <br />In silent conversation, <br />You stay and talk a while. <br /> <br />Then somewhere in the distance, <br />The chorus of the dawn, <br />Reminds you of your duty, <br />To return where you belong. <br /> <br />You travel back from whence you came, <br />Pulled by the silver cord, <br />And there, beside your sleeping form, <br />You quietly slip it on. <br /> <br />The memory of your journey, <br />Forgotten for a while, <br />It’s locked away for safety, <br />You waken with a smile. <br /> <br />For once again you’re ready, <br />To face the day alone, <br />We scrutinise the map of life, <br />To find a place called home.<br /><br />Linda Harnett<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-place-called-home/
