Going Home

by John Smallshaw
(London, England)

From out of the Sunset
I met
My ship set with sails.
Everything pales when the evening comes in..when
the firelight flickers and the lantern burns dim.
But..
This ship is ablaze.
I gaze at the sight and I hear the mists call
as the night comes alight with the fires I have known.

The body joints groan as I walk nearer the shore
to the ship that will take me to learn so much more.

So.
Farewell to this land..I shall say, "It's been grand"
but..time to move on.
The song in my heart bounces off the high clouds
Shrouded I sail into whatever awaits.
Pearly gates?