Coming Home

This started as a poem, then turned into a song in 3/4 time. A love song with nature to express the passing of years.

Wind chimes blowing 'gainst the jasmine tree
Summer's passing into fall
Quail have grown into a family
Scattered seed feed them all
And the dappled sunlight on the trees
Plays hide and seek with the breeze

Coming home to my own
One true love and soulmate

Soon the fall will turn cold and damp
Trees will shed their awning
In our cabin we'll light a lamp
Share a song of longing
For the house finch, hawk and morning dove
To sing back spring to our love

Coming home to my own
One true love and soulmate

Time is passing and we're still here
30 years and counting
Love can last, not much more is clear
Time to stop our doubting
Like the wind chimes on the jasmine tree
We'll sing through seasons, you and me

Coming home to my own
One true love and soulmate

Author's Note

This has already been recorded with harmony, and we're pretty attached to the lyrics as they fit with the melody.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed this poem. Honest words and logical thoughts. My favorite kind of poetry.
"Time is passing and we're still here
30 years and counting
Love can last, not much more is clear
Time to stop our doubting
Like the wind chimes on the jasmine tree
We'll sing through seasons, you and me "
The above lines are solid. Could stand alone. Time together is the proof of true and everlasting love. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Marianne Rose]

Thank you Coyote- seldom get such specific feedback on part of a poem, and it is appreciated. It's interesting you say this is your favorite kind of poetry- I seldom can write anything lyrical without also hearing music in my mind. The third stanza was an afterthought after the song was written and sung many times. It always felt incomplete, so then the third verse came one day while I was meeting one of my husband's dark days with hope. I wanted to tell him, forget all of it, only love matters. That verse healed something that day, and I was so grateful it came out of no where, while I was playing an instrumental on the guitar of this tune, just witnessing my husband's sadness. In a way, it did stand alone that day. Thank you so much for the feedback.

[Coyote Poetry]

A amazing poem for love and you are welcome.

[H.L. Cerveise]

Thank you for sharing this writing. You have created for me a cabin in the woods, surrounded by nature and soft ground under my feet to walk. I loved this, and it relaxed and filled my soul with peace.

Well done.

[Marianne Rose]

Thank for your affirming words- it is the song I go back to when I need to remember that home is right here, with me and my soulmate, no matter what happens. It feels good to hear that it brought you peace.

[Marianne Rose]

It's interesting to me that listening to the sound of wind chimes against our jasmine tree through all seasons birthed such a lovesong to my soulmate. There is a constancy to true love that stays the course no matter what tragedies or challenges you face together, and there have been many. I remember writing the last verse because my husband was swept into all the fear and sorrow of a traumatic past, and he wondered if committed love is really possible in this life. I wanted to gently encourage him to hold on to what we have and stop being afraid it would be lost, like he lost his first marriage. Now we play it together, and he believes it. We so often choose the wrong people to start with, and even the right people feel wrong when it gets really hard, on the outside. But inside, it's all still there, from the first moment you met to the enduring flame that is deeper than any chemistry or passion. It sounds too romantic when I say that, like living in a dream of what love is. Maybe the dream really is possible. I hope it comes true for all my new friends here.

[H.L. Cerveise]

Your wind chimes in your first line hit me in a way I did not say in the review; however, when you sent your second comment from my review, you mentioned the wind chimes again. It hit me because of what I am going to do in July with a brass bell. It is the brass bell my father made me before his death from cancer. I plan on mounting it on a pole at my lake cottage with the help of my two brothers. I know the bell will give me peace about my dad. I wrote a story poem about his death called, "Death Watch." I am trying without success so far to write a poem about the bell and my dad. I think reading your writing will help.

[Marianne Rose]

What a wonderful tribute to your feelings for your dad. My guess is, if the poem doesn't come at first, it will as soon as you mount the bell and hear it for the first time against the backdrop of nature. Sometimes words don't come at first because the feelings are too deep for words, even poetic ones. My guess is that there is a series of poems in you about your dad and the bell, not just one. It will all come.

[H.L. Cerveise]

Thank you so much.

[Inject Positivity]

We hardly get to see poems like this, and I can tell your poem is enough to make me smile... The calm and pleasing of love it brings with the company of nature is absolutely sweet... The long thirty years of your togetherness gives me the hint about the bonding of love you two have... My heartfelt prayers to God that your sweet home stay the same always and your love keep burning brightly in the care of nature and God...

Sincerely
Dhiman

[Marianne Rose]

Dhiman, the second comment above (after HL Cerveise's comment) was meant to be typed here . . . Still getting the hang of commenting on comments!

[Tamika]

This is beautiful. So romantic, and I love how much you mentioned nature in this as well. I love the part that says "Quail have grown into a family", I thought this was cute, and it made me smile a lot. It also leaves the impression that you and your love have stayed in the same place for quite a long time, obviously content. I enjoyed reading this. Thanks for sharing.

[Marianne Rose]

Thanks for your kind comments- we've only been here 4 years, but it's the first place we bought, so it feels more like ours. And the quail really do walk around our yard- the little ones are so cute, and dad sits up on the room watching for predators while mom and babies peck at the ground. We don't live out in the woods or anything, but somehow, right here in the middle of the city is an oasis of wildlife, fruit trees and natural beauty.

[Tamika]

Sounds lovely

[jacob erin-cilberto]

after 30 years, not much doubt, you will always be coming home to each other...

this brings a smile to me...

with my experience of short lived forever's ....this is a happy place to be.

[Marianne Rose]

It's not been an easy road, hence "time to stop our doubting", but it does just keep getting better and better. It helps that we're both tortured artists and goofy clowns at the same time, and bound by the same humanitarian values. We do have that mystical connection of answering each other's thoughts and dialing the phone to call each other at the same time. I think magic goes a long way and knowing the dark and light live in both of us, accepting and forgiving our human failings. Thanks J.- always an uplift reading your reviews.