Northern Skies

I have returned to the Northern Skies
Where the summer has not touched the clouds that passes by.

I have returned to the song birds sings
of the day to early to come into spring.

I have left a thousand stars and ocean so lightly so clear and blue.

I have left the warmth of the sun
and a thousand adventures not yet begun.

Oh for once there way beauty here for me
Under these white Northern skies.
I felt the greener blacker and blue darker still.

My roots are lying deeper that I ever think they will again.

Heart ache and poetry under the Norther Skies.