Monday, April 9

You Are Home

The sun smiled at me,
I swear it did,
Felt like a dream.

Had to look again,
Just to be sure.

It still had that grin on.

I wanted a picture to keep,
But how unsure I was;
I could have been dreaming.

I got home feeling airy,
Butterflies in my tummy,
My steps more graceful,
My head up in the clouds.

Something else happened;
Later that night,
The most graceful moon
Whispered to me.

She sang me a song
Of the place I belong
You are home
You are home
Long lost child.

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