Homecoming
I close my eyes for the briefest moment
and catch a glimpse of a tiny black dot
in the back of my mind
hovering behind my eyes
that suddenly explodes in red ignition
like a fiery halo
burning over a vast horizon
singing to me sweetly
luring me in like a siren
with a gentle whisper
to return
to come home
to be as One
again
finally
in absolution
Scott Thomas Outlar spends the hours flowing and fluxing with the ever changing currents of the Tao River. His next chapbook, Songs of a Dissident, will be released in early 2016 through Transcendent Zero Press. He enjoys connecting with readers and fellow writers at his daily blog 17numa.wordpress.com.
Scott Thomas Outlar -- I love this. I know the dot of which you speak! - Laura M Kaminski
ReplyDeleteCheers, Laura! When the two eyes become as one...
DeleteThat dot caught my attention! Bang!
ReplyDeleteSpiritual illumination or a consequence of staring at the sun for too long? Ha! You be the judge. Cheers, Don!
Deletelovely poem, I relate to the dot too
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sheikha! That dot sometimes seems so near, and other times elusive...but always powerful.
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