Home, at last

Trying to find home
Trying to find home
A chase for a sense of care,
security, warmth, love
A need for peace,
humming my heart
to stillness, peace,
Peace with my spirit,
peace with my soul

Trying to find home
Trying to find me
To save my soul, long lost
In your memontary bliss,
Games we play but
fight hard not to win,
We never make it across the river,
Always losing our way,
or rather the courage of
Facing the foggy other side,
Fighting against our truth

Trying to find home
Trying to find you
Your care, sense of security,
warmth and love,
Trying to find home
Rediscovering my spirit
Finding my way to your heart

Maybe it’s in the way you stare
awakardly in every other eye contact,
How you partially keep
Your eyelids open
or in your slow blink,
Maybe it’s in the way they flood up
when you tear
because of some good news
you received, or maybe bad,
Maybe it’s in your faint pluse
because it broke your heart,
Maybe it’s in the beauty
of your heart, it’s warmth and love

Home, at last
Home, with you;
Maybe it’s in the way you stare

~ © John Acéx

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