The long road before me

The long road before me
the hues of evening skies
barred owls are stirring while
you slumbering lay,

have you thought of me
as you loaded the dishes
and locked the doors?

Do running waters think of the
sea, or swallows dream of
their summer nests?

Driving through the night rubbing my
eyes, the owls beat wings and
soar the fields stalking prey

calling the night to my attention,

and I, a long long
way from home,

a long long way from home.