Yesterday

 

Yesterday I went home to see if I could find why

My childhood years had passed so quickly by

The time in that place slipped through these hands

Like a hour glass filled with water instead of sands

The tall thin trees that danced in the thick humid wind

Have marked well the place where my journey did begin

Homes and schools displayed memories of my past

Like a cool evening’s sun, that creates its shadowed cast

And as the last late fall leaves turn the streets a deep red, gold and brown

I saw a child long ago, stare out the school window as they fall to the ground

As the full white clouds rolled across the late evening day

I watched as she lifted her head to those heavens to begin to pray

And when Yahweh would open up those skies and release that icy winter rain

I remember how she used to let those rain drops wash away her tear stains

And the rainbow that formed, after those evening showers, across the cloudy skies

Would give her renewed courage and dreams of traveling to see what was on the other side

Strange how those stars, that shined so brightly in that late midnight sky

They still held the very sparkle, that lit once pure and innocent eyes

But as I drove down the road that night, fear hidden behind mine

For somehow I knew what I had to do, but I still didn’t know why!

Yet, while I slept, I remember having the strangest dream

That I spoken to my twin, I swore girl who looked just like me!

And this is what she said: “Cross over that rainbow, please go see what on the other side

I’m so sorry, I wanted to go with you, but I can’t, this journey I’m not strong enough to strive”

Well that morning came in fast, and the sun didn’t seem to rise its same soft and southern the way

As I repacked my things and checked out of my hotel suite for the very last day.

And as I sat down and looked out the plane window, staring back at me for the very first time

Was the woman who had finally found the courage to leave the girl she no longer was behind.

And as my plane continued to crossed the mid-morning sky

She never stopped smiling back, with only tears and no fear in her eyes.

 

By easyrivers