We should take the road home
We should go back
It’s time, we both agree
Nothing can express wholy this late summer day
Under the clouds darkening above us
There’s no pattern to this back and forth
Of sun and gloom, sun and gloom
Like the heartbeat of the rain, we breath the rhythm
How the warm wind coaxes us down this unpaved road
Watch mesmerized by the wind-blow blue-gray grass
Waving in the pale Smoky Mountain mist
Catch in our throats with these vistas
Forget prodding questions we need to answer
In these Van Gogh twilight swirls
Valley opening up upon valley
An ideal beauty maybe not existing, but this is close
Cresting the next hill we must stop
Resist the urge to move on into the further lost
The road home is back that winding way we came
Where everything familiar waits
Back in time we’ll have to sort this out
Everything will be black and white
And we know we’ll both agree
It is time for us to go
Lanning Lee 