Reunion

Far from the roads, on the edge of the land,
Where winds whisper secrets of time,
A mother kept waiting, her heart in her hand,
Through winters of endless white rime.

Her eyes had gone dry from the tears she had shed,
The storm raged beyond her small pane.
The thunder of war had long since fled,
But snow hid the sons who were slain.

Chorus:
O wind of fate, don’t hurry, don’t flee,
Leave me a spark of believing.
Death, stay back, don’t knock on my door,
Let me see my son — before leaving.

Then at last, in the hour before dawn,
He stood in the doorway again.
His hair had turned silver, his wounds were gone,
But his eyes were the same through the pain.

His coat was in dust, maybe dirt, maybe blood,
Boots worn from the miles behind him.
Yet his face still whispered of love through the flood,
And she asked him so softly, to find him:

Chorus:
“My son, why so long? Did you lose your way home?
Or build a new life far away?
Did you forget who we are, where you’re from,
And the house where your mother would pray?”

“Don’t cry, don’t be sad, what has been — is no more.
No need for sorrow or pleading.
It’s time now to go — I’ve come for you, Ma,
My path to you—God’s own leading.

Take nothing with you, no food, no clothes,
Shake off every earthly desire.
Bring only your love and the songs that you know,
To remember when hearts still caught fire.”

Final Chorus:
Memory of nightingales’ song in the trees,
Of the sun on the fields wide and golden,
Of all the love songs the Earth never sang,
That I missed — or the world has forgotten.