A Letter to Home

Beyond the reach of golden light, Where even shadows fade from sight. Drifting slow through endless space, A voice still sings, a trace remains. No path to trace, no guiding light, Yet still I send, across the night. Through empty winds, through shifting space, A whisper bound for distant grace. A letter to home, carried by light, A message adrift in the vast, endless night. No answer will come, yet still I remain, Calling through silence, again and again. The world I knew is far behind, A name once spoken, now undefined. Yet through the dark, my voice still flies, A thread of hope that never dies. No hands to reach, no touch, no sound, Still spinning slow, still outward bound. Through endless cold, through waves unseen, A dream of home, though lost between. A letter to home, carried by light, A message adrift in the vast, endless night. No answer will come, yet still I remain, Calling through silence, again and again. If you should hear me, if you still know, I was once part of the world below. Not lost, not gone, just far away, Still sending love from yesterday. A letter to home, carried by light, A message adrift in the vast, endless night. No answer will come, yet still I remain, Calling through silence, again and again. Still drifting, still calling, still whole, A whisper that time cannot control. No past, no end, just space and sky, A song to the stars that will never die.