A View Of Home Poem by Paul Reed

There it is!
Home, near our outstretched arms
But, from this unnatural viewpoint, still so far away
An unlikely stranger knocking at our door
Separated by the waters that pour and fill between,
That led us here to stray;

How sweet our dreams, but so unattainable,
How wide our gaze when filled with light,
How long stretches the time
That we are away from you,
Made more bitter by the sight;

On this dismal afternoon we stand apart
And, now that you are in our eyes,
Feel more acutely the dull pain of separation
With the vision of home, comfort and solace
Across the intervening tearful skies.