at rest

'Round 

and 'round 

the world I go

In search of something

I don't know.

Where my failing eyes did land?

Upstream,

to where it all began.

Take me where the squitos bite

and where he lay me down

at night.

The heart knows well where

it must go.

Just as the salmon and their roe.

Come hither & yon, young heart of mine, come rest and rest where you belong.