Far away
The land of my longing awaits
Where my soul abides
And I’ll live there
Someday
Someday, I will again walk the hallowed ground
Smoke the pipe of peace
Swallow the soothing spirits of freedom
Even now, I see it
Smell it
Hear it — the blessed lack of sound
Until my jaded shell breaks at last
Blood flowing unfettered in my veins
Coursing, pumping
More slowly now
Until tranquillity descends
Though for now, I can only dream,
It is not that
Far away