Straying Back Home

well, I'm back, guess for nostalgia, glimpse of some memorabilia, someone left the front porch light on, self-contained sheen, like pale neon, casting the yard in dreamy glow, here was home lost long time ago, now I'm a stranger in this place, straying into this private space, this clearing bathed in drowsy light hypnotizing the early night with silvery carpet at the feet of sturdy trees storms can't defeat.