There is stillness in the sky as the blue gives away to grey.  I am homeward bound in so many different ways.  Yet the restlessness moves, blows the winds, and unsettled it fills inside me.  Strings are cut and I come undone in the best of ways possible, only to wrap myself tighter than before.  Like a silent still death that will take us away ever so slowly.  It will glow, my cosmic embers, I watch as they don't quite burn out, just dull to a hush, waiting to become rekindled.  Regroup, looking for a new meaning.  Someone must have the answers because I still have so many questions and wonderings.  My wonderings are the wanderings.  Wander I will.  Though a sea of writings and words, the stages of my mind.  So walking to and from, the beats pulsing through and through.  It will be better than before, only if better becomes less than ever, and finding a way back again.  Happiness on fire.  Where will I be if there is nothing but darkness in my desire?  So rekindle, I will.