Home

By I.M. Ulysses

In the stillness
Quiet and alone
I rest in the dark
And think of Home

I am met again
On this April eve
Dreaming once more
Trying hard to believe

That may exile will end
And time will atone
For all the lost years
That I've been from Home

I left them that day
Like a thief in full flight
Leaving my heart
In that long empty night

The days went by slowly
And the sunlight was gone
As we headed west
Away from our Home

Chasing a dream
That would prove a big lie
Which my parents hoped
Would not be denied

But it was a nightmare
As I knew in my bones
To leave behind that
Which was our one Home

Grief and sadness
Became our reward
And life lost its joy
In the land they were lured

But I never forgot
Nor could I become
Forgetful of all
That I still call Home

I think of that time
Of those days on the road
While we headed west
To this new abode

How I despised
The land we drove on
Driving to Calgary
Which was never my Home

Anger and fire
Were since that time born
Which nothing can quench
Until I return

When that day dawns
My heart will not roam
And all that was lost
Will be found when I'm Home

Night passes over
But depression has come
In the land of my exile
Where there is no sun

But soon it will end
And my heart will not mourn
On the day that I leave
Heading east toward Home.