Home Safe
home safe
still here awake, waiting.
sleep evades me
I write to you,
so quiet and dark
a summer peace has grown
around the house
Joey sleeps deeply in his bed
I write small homey things,
all grand notions long since
toddled off to bed.
soon the sun will rise
above the forest.
in kingly fashion, it will glide
over its devotees bowing
smiling at the pagan gratitude
for its return.
every moment is created
of love for you
I sit here and mould it into words
as a potter uses clay.
if I were, if I were…
dreams that are woven into
wishes that will one
day come true.
good night dearest.
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