"Soul Pressed"

The road home leads
to the soul pressed pages
of the book I have been given.
The familiar,yet,distance voices gathered 'round
I hear my name, they left in twilight,dawn and dusk
Yet return to walk the road of memory beside me.
They press upon my soul, the feeling not current but still attainable.
The heart walks the road of memory, eyes fixed on the route
and ears yearn to listen there

~HTK Jan.2009