Mary Crowell Follow

Two Hours Away
Copyright 2003 by Mary Crowell
This was written while coming home from a World Science Fiction Convention in Canada. It celebrates coming home to my husband and an end to a lengthy period of writer’s block. No, I don’t play the banjo.

Two hours away,
The world’s a wing and a cotton Christmas display.
Sun glints into my eyes, its light, a triangle warm
On my pen and arm.

CHORUS
I’m flying home
Where you wait for me,
Flying home
Notebook on my knee.

Songs were sitting at home.
They stayed inside while they waited for me to roam.
Then I captured the sun on a wing in Canada skies.
Then those songs could rise.

Songbooks stacked up alone;
Piano’s near, but the room is silent of tone.
I love coming home, and yet why does going away
Tell me things are left to say?

CHORUS

I’m missing you, Love,
Suspended here in the clouds of Heaven above.
When I’m writing these words, and while I’m singing this song,
‘Journey seems so long. But I’m

CHORUS

Two hours away,
The world’s a wing and a cotton Christmas display.
Now I’m coming home on a wing in Canada’s skies.
Now my notes can rise!

CHORUS

And I come to Alabama with a notebook on my knee.