This poem is dedicated to my nephew, may he rest in peace.

Steve

A place far from home
Where wanderers traipse
With weary, callused feet 
And where roads end
In more ways than one
Where the horizon
Is oh so far away
But close enough to touch 
A fitting landscape
To admire and suggest

A place far from home
Full of last regrets
Empty of celebration
But filled with circumspection 
Where I will lay down
My weary head to rest
Without a prayer or a wing
For I am tired and day is done
And the night, the night
Is so welcoming

A place far from home
Where wishes lie
Unfulfilled
And dreams 
Lie forever

Your face is on my mind
As the curtains, they draw tight
And the dark that claims me now
Hails us both goodnight

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