Home is a heart song
home is all it needs to be
be the summer wine
be the passing of time
time is slowed
time is reluctant
reluctant to pass me by
reluctant to wash away heaven
heaven is home
heaven is on the washing line
line of smiling tear streaks
line lead me home
home is on the wind
home is in dewy days
days for dresses
days with skies full of moons
moons pull my blood
moons of lantern eyes
eyes of green and blue
eyes of brown like you
you are your home
you are a dream of motherland
motherland ripened hue
motherland of pink lemonade
lemonade washed out
lemonade and lime fresh
fresh as a daisy
fresh new day
day of the return
day with skies for flying
flying away home
flying over glittery seas
seas of me
seas for me
me for myself
me is what I would be
be as I was and am
be like flock and feather
feather a swallow
feather of beating wings
wings for the journey home
wings for heaven alone
alone stands my paradise
alone yet sweet
sweet as sugar snap peas
sweet as morning bird song
song in the early bliss
song of dimming dusk light
light...
bliss...
(21st January 2014)
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Fly Away Home
PoetryHome, where my heart lies. Home, where does the heart lie? pour l'enfance. (2013 - 2014)