Far from Home

by Zane Blom

Wind, blow. Fill my sails.
I am but a dandelion seed.
Take me over the Tigris,
let Euphrates follow underwing.

Clouds, gather. Call my name.
Drink me like the lifting fog.
Part Red Seas and Gulfs that
keep a soldier far from home.

Dawn, tranquil, beautiful,
I am yours, a reverent son.
Seal within your velvet robes
the wrongs upon the coming light.

Day, answer. Hear my call.
Solemn, empty, misconstrued.
Plant a seed of promise from
the innocence you take from me.

Hope, ember, firefly,
Never will I clip your wings.
I have not forgotten you.
Dance, if you remember me.

Wind, blow. Fill my sails.
I am but a dandelion seed.