The Home

I leave my heart secreted far away, In my home, my sanctum, my hidey-hole. Each day I leave, but every night I stay. My heart in it's home, always safe and whole. Where ever I wander, my heart always Calls me home, to my family and friends. To a nice warm bed. To a fire ablaze: We huddle close to chat and warm our hands. My heart, my hope, my soul, all dwell right here. The roots of my life, trapped in a building. Within my reach is all that I hold dear. Memories here, carved into the molding Yet are not people more important than The place? I will enjoy it while I can.