I Knew That I Had Come Home

A cobbled path winding lazily through a forest of emerald greens, Streaks of sunlight bursting past the canopy of birch wood limbs, An aromatic scent lingering between each wooded mile, Lost in time, I knew that I had come home. A grey-thatched hut with pillars of timber and earthen floor, Stoked hard flames crackling fast and warming the potted hearth, A sweet melodic song from the parted lips of a sylvan lass, Lost in time, I knew that I had come home. Like a pair of lambskin mittens against wintered hands, Like an embrace of angelic wings folded against waiting arms, Like a scented kiss feeding a hungered soul from deep within, Lost in time, I knew that I had come home.