relaxed at ease, a feeling of home,
my eyelids flutter to keep me awake,
it just feels so right to be here,
twice now in recent time I feel it,
as though history wants me there,
was I, or am I, a soul passed forward,
never dying but being made go forth,
did someone feel I'd be more needed in time,
was there a reason to push me forward,
Are my travels planned to take me here,
to the temples of past worship,
to the gardens of yesterday,
to the halls of missing gods,
and if they are who is their agent,
do they wish me to know something,
do they want me to see something,
are they showing me that I have a home?