Going Home

 

Brigadoon, Bali Hai, Shangri-La:

wondering why these haunt us

and taunt us, as we long for that space

somehow, somewhere Camelot will take place.

 

A village arising in the forest mist,

an island in a distant sea,

a mountain somewhere in Tibet,

all places of mystery.

 

We’re hunted, we’re haunted

wherever we roam.

These places, these spaces

keep calling us home.

 

A moment, a thought

in the midst of the day.

Bali Hai calling out:

“Come away, come away.”

 

When we are in a mist

and the fog is getting thin.

Brigadoon with new love

enters in, enters in.

 

Or when we seek wisdom

with nowhere to turn.

Shangri-La reappears

and allows us to learn.

 

We yearn and we hope

homo-sapiens that we are.

Evolved with an image

of some home left afar.

 

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