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.