Last night's musing
I sheltered from a long storm on your doorstep, lost and drifting, praying morning would bring surcease. One night you opened the door and took me in, asking nothing; gave me an hearth to dry against, a merry flame to soothe a tattered soul. One dancing, daring, drawing me in, demanding I hunt for another shade of elusive truth under its smoky glare. It's so comfortable, so welcoming... but, it still isn't home. I once knew I might find a home in my travels, now I'm uncertain that I would know it if I did. Yet I must go, believing, somewhere, it waits.
But not now. I'm resting and playing, loving and living, carefree and delighted in the open arms of my gracious hosts. It's all I could want.
The tempest is gone today. My eyes shine again and satisfaction with a taste like milk still coats my tongue, the sun whispering its sweet lullaby to tired bones. My heart tells me I should stray, speaks of the longing, the alluring darkness, the nights when the only peace will be memories of this hour. But the longing is quiet, no urge coerces me to ruin. Yet.
Comfort is lulling and minds turn from musing, today's peace is the only pleasure I ask. Until that day I'm content to let my senses roam from the windowsill, fondly remembering all of those who've taken me in, given freely, and touched my heart in doing.
Yes, I'm such a cat sometimes. Mew?
But not now. I'm resting and playing, loving and living, carefree and delighted in the open arms of my gracious hosts. It's all I could want.
The tempest is gone today. My eyes shine again and satisfaction with a taste like milk still coats my tongue, the sun whispering its sweet lullaby to tired bones. My heart tells me I should stray, speaks of the longing, the alluring darkness, the nights when the only peace will be memories of this hour. But the longing is quiet, no urge coerces me to ruin. Yet.
Comfort is lulling and minds turn from musing, today's peace is the only pleasure I ask. Until that day I'm content to let my senses roam from the windowsill, fondly remembering all of those who've taken me in, given freely, and touched my heart in doing.
Yes, I'm such a cat sometimes. Mew?