Finding Home

FINDING HOME . I know the names of death I know how to write them in a verse I know the path to mother's breasts And even in darkness, how to suck them for life . I search my eyes for an eye That sees through these mirrors of lie I bore a hole on my tongue So I may know the true taste of love . These things on my palm like films Are the blueprints of the road that leads home The green strands beneath my skin Draws me a sweet epistles of hope . I have read the testament of misery And I have become a sucker for victory I have learnt the language of hades And I have seen the bareness of pain . Every drop of water becomes healing When a rooftop is burning Every snow that falls upon this road Shows me how closer I am to finding home . This journey home begins from the mind Then to every magical line in a verse Then to the eyes that never miss one shot And to feet that trample upon all loss . . Micheal Ace #magicalpoetry ©ACEworld