A Homely Home

I am home,i can smell the loud roses standing in a hand made vase. I am home, my whereabouts no longer seems a maze. I am home, on familiar and fertilized soil i stand. rooted therein . Nets tossed out by my eyes,capturing the gaze, of the one eyed sun flowers. The suns heated stare they devour. On the emanation of my homely appreciation,my neighbors feed. From a distance they break a frown, with with a smile, running forth, running wild. They screamed we noticed you were gone all the while. I replied:Oh yes only but for a week. A greeting kiss placed upon my cheek. Don't be worried now i am home.A homely feeling home fades in absence. I am home now, all homely brilliance ,homely essence revived and adorn. In binding homely potency,i am home.