Coming Home Ere the waning light of day gives way to dark of night. Mystery like wending specters show in gentle play of light. Sounding deeps of eternal soul like fathomed ocean blue. One way or another, will all be revealed to you. Bright as flame is spirit, illuminating sky. Present, Past and Future linked to knowing eye. When you die, you will come home you will return to me. Spanning Time and Galaxy, Spanning Earth and Sea. Eternal cycle will embrace the never-ending wain. Again, again our paths shall cross Travelers on the planes.
