January 24, 2008

If home is where the heart is,
I should stop where you begin,
And revel in the taste of a different familiarity.

I have no exotic words to offer,
Or short promises to make,
No earth bound ships and hardwood floors,
Or lighthouse beds to take.
You walk on like the world does,
Ignorant of the chaos under your skin.

If home is where the heart is,
I should run through your closed doors,
I should wake up soon enough,
And make peace with this thread of hope.