Dawn’s quiet kind light
Walks by my side. 
Rusted streets that I roam
Pulse and beat of my home
But around here old sounds reappear
I veer clear avoiding their voices
Then round the overground just under the bridge is
A rush of images
Swirling worlds, no pattern that matters
Then dispersing, no purpose.
I watch numb as they tumble
No timeline in my mind

I only hear echoes
As breath goes
From all that was torn
They’ve slid in though unasked
Fractured videos of things past

They spoke of fresh morning, hope sensed in the dawn
But every place we knew
Still laced with your hue
That trace of you
Pictures pasted in my rearview 

So I’m home
But home’s not here for me today
Nothing anyone can say

We go through the usual rituals, you can picture ‘em all
The same old phrases won’t faze me
Words common few particulars
Once solemn now ridiculous
More concealing than revealing what we’re feeling
What’s remained and what’s changed
Of pain, no-one complains

Then they look on say to me
Some time too will heal all wounds
Raising you past your tears
When they should convey to me
Sometimes you still feel old wounds
Stay in you, last for years

In the chaos, way lost,
Some structures with luck
I’m boldly hoping holding firm
I listen to friends, look through their lens
Remember counselling, people announcing
They’ve heard, they’re concerned
Running distances insisting
I’ll assuage the ache
But there’s no consoling, pain’s only easing not going

On the hill spills the light of summer’s evening, breathing colours weaving
From this bench, some sense of confidence,
Resilience to stillness and to changing cadence
As paths meet in those streets
I can see each dimension, twist of direction, unexpected connection, intersection. 
Some shades caught by the light some shade right into shadows now narrowed
By hints of gold, things warm ‘til they’re whole

Threads join and they part
Time links and time divides unconfined
Strands converge, unite and merge
Dawn and sunset, connect
Lines I’ve made, lines I’ve crossed, lines I’ve lost, lines running through, mingle in a single wider view
As time embeds each thread, fastens each then to something lasting and new

I feel a starting smile, no freak passing style
Yeah, it’s been more than a while

So I’m home
Part of all I have known
More than the place its always been
The larger place I have seen
And here for me today
Meaning more than I can say