They say that home is where the heart lies,
And where your mind travels to feel safe,
This place is where I feel my love will lead,
The smell of the trees encapsulating the moments I spend there,
The snapping of the fire which roars with each new log it devours,
The rush of a stream carrying out the old and in the new,
The soft hum of the wind wisps dancing through my hair.
This place is where I have found my home and yet I have never been,
Only in my dreams do I visit this place,
Though I could not ask for a better way to go.
In a dream you may spend a lifetime exactly where you want to be and wake only moments after you drifted into sleep,
I can so clearly feel the softness of the earth beneath my bare feet,
And the crumble of the tree's bark in my hands,
It's delicate armor dissolving at my touch, opening up to me,
Serenity overtaking any worries from the yesterdays and hope for each new tomorrow.
Home is where the heart is,
That is true,
But if you don't know where your heart truly lies,
Your dreams will lead you there,
And oh the adventures that await!
