WHIMSICAL POETRY


Home?
01/2000

I can feel myself falling through
a familiar and ever tightening black
Hole

I reach out toward the sun
But it dims with each passing
Tear

I listen for your soul to call out
To me and lead me toward
Home

The maelstrom that is my life
Drowns out the sound of your
Love

Still, I search the shadows for any
Hint of your light, as it is my
Beacon

For in my heart I know that you are
The one who knows the way toward
Home


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