A Homecoming Song

The thunderous fall
of silence.
My heart
on the rock of dawn
breaks and shatters,
a wizard’s ball,
its misted fumes
breathing into the clear air
the vanishing images
of past and future.
Stillness,
the widening ring of silence
soaks all
into a single wave,
a clear, peaceful presence,
a white fabric
torn suddenly
by a shooting birdsong
as the mirthful ether sighs
a lighthearted hilarity,
every leaf and flower rustling
with a new found joy,
spring everywhere budding,
and my heart in the tumult
a blossoming red flower
reeling with ecstasy,
the whisperings of home.