Path

Written in the heavens, the milky trace wanders through the sky
Calling me home to colder nights where you have shown.
The beauty and awe comes through in gasps of heat and warmth.
Awakening the restlessness experienced in two different climes.
I watch above not paying attention below or in front.
Mouth opened in prayers of dreams because of the vast trace.
Etched on the heart of two different places and somehow this
Wandering in the dark has tied me to home and become a part.
Not the foreign road of the unknown, but fully known in the dark.