Westward

Yellow lights on the river,
night settles purple into the sky,
"Westward!", my heart cries,
"Westward!".

Trees dance in the driving wind,
blowing through the valley,
"Westward!", she wails,
"Westward!".

I am mirrored in this window,
my eyes so dark with wanting,
"Westward!", they beg,
"Westward!".

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Another very old one, from my Groton days.