Looking For the Distant Shore Of Caledonia

This song reflects one’s journey on this planet traversing the cosmos.  When our journey is over, will we see the shores of Caledonia?

For many the journey has been fraught with joys and sorrows.  Good-byes, too many good-byes, have been said in the necropolis of faded dreams.

Continuity on the road of life is the only option.  As we gaze ahead, the rails of life are endless to the four corners of this planet.

For many they believe a morning train is coming for which they have a paid booking.  Their ticket has been washed in crimson and purchased by grace.

Will there be a morning train to Caledonia?  Caledonia is a reflection of our inherited memory from the time when morning stars sang at the dawn of time.

This shared collective connection is cosmic.  For it is within the recesses of what makes us human that we desire the lost paradise faded in the mists of time.

Is it just a myth?  Is it an innate longing for something that we may faintly hear if we listen intently to the cosmic symphony which plays subtly about us daily?

The cosmos holds many secrets.  Perhaps, on a distant cosmic shore the waters of life wash the pearl sands of Caledonia.

It would be sad if one’s song ended with their mortal journey on this planet. A life song needs to be sung on the beaches of Caledonia as the sun caresses the waters at sunset.

For it is after sunset that the starry canopy is revealed in all of its majesty.  For as it has been said, starlight is the history of creation when the morning stars sang, and the cosmic music was first heard.

Perhaps, it is this forgotten song which draws us to the night sky.  As we bathe in the starlight, we sense our place, and our place is out there beyond our star system.

If your journey may end this year, I hope you get to sing your song on the shores of eternity.  Perhaps, we who journey on will catch a faint whisper of your song on the cosmic winds if we listen to their voices.

For it is those cosmic winds which play the harps of endless life on this planet.  Those melodies share the old stories and songs from the distant past which touches the genome chord in each person.  The first moments of time still reverberate in our atoms.

Ponderings of a weary soul traveller on this last day of February…

G. D. Williams       © 2011


I don’t know if you can see
The changes that have come over me
In these last few days I’ve been afraid
That I might drift away
I’ve been telling old stories, singing songs
That make me think about where I’ve come from
That’s the reason why I seem
So far away today

Let me tell you that I love you
That I think about you all the time
Caledonia, you’re calling me, now I’m going home
But if I should become a stranger
Know that it would make me more than sad
Caledonia’s been everything I’ve ever had

Now I have moved and I’ve kept on moving
Proved the points that I needed proving
Lost the friends that I needed losing
Found others on the way
I have kissed the fellas and left them crying
Stolen dreams, yes, there’s no denying
I have traveled hard, sometimes with conscience flying
Somewhere with the wind


Now I’m sitting here before the fire
The empty room, the forest choir
The flames have cooled, don’t get any higher
They’ve withered, now they’ve gone
But I’m steady thinking, my way is clear
And I know what I will do tomorrow
When hands have shaken, the kisses float
Then I will disappear


Caledonia’s been everything I’ve ever had
Caledonia’s been everything I’ve ever had
Caledonia’s been everything I’ve ever had