---Cries Through Time---
Through the veil of time ,I have heard myself cry.
Peering through the veil , I have seen myself die.
Wounds of old felt in new bones.
I shall be as a bluestar, so the old song goes.
From a seed sown in an oak grove.
I've grown flesh and bone, and returned to stone.
Reborn in a land that is not my home.
I long for the forest that i once roamed .
Oh my dear friends, where have you gone?
Closing my eyes i can hear the songs,
and see men speak words to call the storms.
I have seen our glory and our demise.
O has thou heard my cries through time?

I feel like you in a way. I long to be in the UK again. The first time I was in the Highlands of Scotland, I felt like I had returned home. BB