Creative Writing #25 (Enya's Songs)

cool waves wash over
and drift away with dreams of youth
so time is stolen
i cannot hold you long enough
and so
this is where i should be now
days and nights falling by
my light shall be the moon
and my path - the ocean
my guide the morning star
as i sail home to you
strange how
my heart beats
to find myself upon your shore
strange how
i still feel
my loss of comfort gone before
cold as the northern winds
in december marwuqs
cold is the cry that rings
from this far distant shore
winter has come too late
too close beside me
how can i chase away
all these fears deep inside?
Who then can warm my soul?
Who can quell my passion?
Out of these dreams - a boat
I will sail home to you
when the evening falls and the daylight is fading
from within me calls - could it be i am sleeping?
for a moment i stray, then it holds me completely
close to home - i cannot say
close to home - feeling so far away
forever searching; never right. i am lost
in oceans of night. Forever
hoping I can find memories
these memories I left behind
even though i leave will i go on believing?
that this time is real - am i lost in this feeling?
like a child passing through. never
knowing the reason
i am home - i know the way
i am home - feeling, oh, so far away

1995