Across the Seas, Distant Voices Are Heard (The Going Home Poem)
by Tim Kavi
Gentle breezes
whispering winds
ruffle my hair
the sounds of distant voices
are the sweetest I've heard
wavering notes
of lives lived out
there is only a glimpse
of history
on that, given my word
that soon
I'll be coming
to see your smiling lips
hug your sweet adorations
glory in the races
that athletes have won
to be ever present
again, not knowing
but always hoping
that back there
we can start over again
where we've already begun
A father glancing over
his children
a soft spoken assurance
of a returned one
from a long journey
echoing sentiment of hope
restless anticipation
is finally
over and done.
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