Ode To Home

I remember this place.
Glimpsed,
Longed for as the train
Leaves the station and
Trundles past
Sun-scorched fields.

I knew it, once.
Knew its roads, its trees,
And the
Endless thread
Of
Wild wood tracks.

I knew,
Knew how the willow
Wept, cried herself into the
Brook until the tears
Swept away and I
Caught them, shook them
Dry and fed them
To the earth.

I knew,
Knew how the summer
Lit up the world, set the
Land alight and my eyes,
My eyes caught
The flames and set them
Deep until I became
Fire.

And in my longing
I burn, remember
This place and set my
Memories down,
Down. I'm soft as the
Tears fall,
Glimpsed. And,
In my longing,
I know that the fire will
Never fade.