Coming Home
You’re coming home today, my heart rejoice
To hear that baron tone and luscious voice
You’ll coming walking through that door
I’ll come flying, your bags drop to the floor
You’ll wrap your arms around my waist
Your lips will stick to mine like sticky paste
They’ll reminisce on the times we lost
And repay through hours, an unlimited cost
As I laid upon my moonlight bed
And skimmed through books I already read
Spread my arms across the white cotton sheets
A space as far as when the two Pacific’s meets
On the end side table, delphiniums placed in a glass
Ready for your sunshine, an awaiting storm to pass
Rainy clouds creeps, an unwelcome invitation
Boy, let me into that imagination
Barely can my lips speak your name
And for you are the only one to blame
When you’re gone, an everlasting dusk
The thought of you, provides a permanent lust
And this spell of love’s despair
Ripped apart it would compare
But the end is near of this tragic play
For you my love, are coming home today
Copyright © Faith Carmichael | Year Posted 2014
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