The Roads to Rome
I don’t say it’s a long way home
Because I don’t know home exists. Wandering in forests, confused by mists, I’ve heard that all roads lead to Rome: Maybe that legend is a lie And all roads lead to a silent shore; But memories of a light, a door Suggest there was a home, but why The road to it will always twist And turn away and run instead Towards the city of powerful dead I cannot say, but having missed No pointing tree or flying crow, No sudden cold or smear of blood, No reddening sunset, opening bud, Maybe I’ve found the home I know. |