little one.

the pure and the humble

can bring me home again.

to the ends of the earth we've traveled

and then around the bend.

to find something in the foggy mists

or on some craggy mountain top.

to speak with those wiser than us,

who tell us we're not lost.

how we met in some forgotten place
and wept for joy of knowing
our sojourn had come to an end,
on golden roads of home and forever dreaming.
sven.