On The Road To My Old Home

                Tamatha Cain

On the road to my old home

I stopped to see the field

Where you and I were king and queen

Of a land concealed

The breezes were the very same

As ever we once knew

And as I stepped upon the place

The recent past withdrew.

I walked along our foot-worn path

Still visible to me,

Though covered now by needles fine

Below our own pine tree,

And at the very end of it

 I paused to wait a while

For you to come and find me there

And bless me with your smile.

There a lovely minute spent

Did grow to fill the day.

Protected from the circling sun

A lifetime passed away,

And barely did I notice once,

For patience was my chore,

That while I stood beneath the tree

You came for me no more.

I touched the groove within the bark

That holds our promise still,

The symbols carved by king and queen

Remain to prove our will.

And yet no way would show itself,

So all that still remain

Are jagged lines that join to prove

You ever knew my name.

I could not stand there any more,

My aged legs grew tired.

Yet stepping back upon the path

I found what I desired.

There was no need to travel on

Toward my childhood home

The only path I longed for now

Led back toward our throne.

And so, one more and final time

I turned and made my way

Toward the cool and peaceful place

                                                                                                Where I remain today.

                                                                                                Alone beneath the tree of pine

                                                                                                I came and settled down,

                                                                                                And you will find me waiting here

                                                                                                To weave for you a crown.