Thursday, December 24, 2015

A Place Called Home


Living in this fancy dwelling,

There is always something to see beyond the gamboling lights of gleam,

Beyond the hours of every existence of fate,

I dream great dreams and yet I am living them in abundance of today’s clemency.

 

But yet beneath the shadows of tomorrow I love to visit one place….
 
 

 

This place where the stars are so dazzling and mystical,

It captures every frazzled and arid place,

Where the grass is always greener than the grass on the other side,

Where I smell the sweet smell of thorny red roses on this country-side plain,

And these thorns are secretly cat teeth in the joking imagination of innocence,

Where laughter never ends as I gaze from afar,

On a creaky porch that seems too small to the human eye,

But inside it is full of love and the foundation upon where dreams begin,

The aroma of prayer fills the air even after the silence takes over,

And my heart hears music built like great pyramids in the days of ancient Greece,

And even as I return to my fancy place of dreams…

 I will always understand why HOME is simply where my heart is.

 

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