Home

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Home
is where the lights are on
where we disconnect
ourselves
from the rain
and dissolve
into our thoughts

Home
is bits of memories
and pieces of wood and metal
painted walls punctuated by objective windows
photographs and soft footsteps
in the night
footsteps that stop time
and somehow always manage to find
you
sleeping next to Serenity

Home
is where we watch the sunrise
while we feel the dew
bathing our welcoming skin
and the morning air
crisply whispers
contradictions and paradoxes,
but we always understood
and we will always understand

Home
is where there is hope
and space to dream,
the place
that we are perpetually leaving
progressively abandoning
only to crawl back
to claim some new shard of earth
as our comfort and reprieve
from the rapid confusion of existence
outside our doors

Home
is where the walls fall down
and a welcoming smile
greets weary bones
where meaning isn't manufactured
but grown carefully
where skin meets skin
in a quotidian embrace
and reality meets surreality
(Home is a gift that we give
Home
is where I am)