Walking the Short Path to the House

Glowing through the haze I was
Walking below the moon
Like a dream or a tv
Tired from work, putzing
Around to get to the place where
I wanted to go, needed to go,
Destined to go.
To see my life, revisiting
New eyes, young eyes see
The world again, but new
World, all again.
Sky, pink wispy
Moon, bright crispy
Legs, sore weary
Mind, working wily
Face, creased smiley