Journey Home

I feel the spiral turning so
I feel the draw of ground below
I feel the darkness open up
I feel the weight of empty cup

I feel the fall, the journey down
I feel the weight upon my gown
I feel the grasp of ancient fire
I feel the talk of ancient liar

I feel the rough and jagged earth
I feel the pointlessness of birth
I feel the "see I told you so"
I feel the need to stay not go

I feel the dogs of war approach
I feel the breath of death encroach
I feel the drool and biting blood
I feel the land of blackened wood

I feel a change on vented land
I feel the image of a hand
I feel the reaching out of dark
I feel the moisture in new bark

I feel the chance to change a thought
I feel the chance no longer caught
I feel the rise in body new
I feel the spine in luminous grew

I feel the dogs to see my eyes
I feel the dogs to cease their cries
I feel the dogs to lay by side
I feel the dogs with me abide

I feel the fur to soften down
I feel the lightness of my gown
I feel the sense of lifting up
I feel the filling of my cup

I feel the light above me shine
I feel my blood, the sweeter wine
I feel the air, fresh and clear
I feel the whisper in my ear

I feel the clouds below me pass
I feel the pass of looking glass
I feel the way is sure and straight
I feel the opening of the gate

I feel the pressure gone in whole
I feel the fish that swim in shoal
I feel the breath in mind in bone
I feel the presence of my home