Home

Home is what I call thee.

For as doth my bones ache to be removed from thee,

So singeth the blood within my veins.

My heart whispers, “Stayeth a while, lest thou wander too far.”

For upon my brow is etched a righteous design,

To be, forever, cradled within a basin of perfection.

Here I am complete, comforted by thy familiar embrace.

Young am I in thine infinite gaze, a bee upon a flower.

But even as the sun’s rays fall, so will I,

Never to be returned.

-M.E. InkOwl

 

 

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