I’ve been writing my way home slowly.
In the darkness of night with pages slowly turning I come back to myself.
During the light of morning I let the light lift and carry me.
As I drive the words flow.
In the moments that words find me I surrender here.
Here I walk between the shore and waves.
Here I write my way home.
Here my breath fills and grounds me.
I have been wandering in the hope of finding.
A place that I can settle into.
A refuge from storms.
Where words flow and find me still.
Where solitude is solace and a sweet reverie.
Play for me your sweet song and whisper words of hope.
Each moment is soon to be a distant memory.
Let us wrap each moment in softness and pause here..
I have written you into pages.
A lone silent dove.
Like a moth is drawn to light so I am to love.
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