Song of the road

Ah, my love

And isn't alright

To be adrift

To ache with longing 

To fear incompletion

For isn't it

The final resting place Your mother promises

The calling on of Your mother's own voice

The ocean of Your mother's arms

Sure, and aren't we

Ever

Falling into belonging

Again

Into

Homecoming

After

Every parting.

Ah, my love

Isn't it alright.