Home O home
A whisper in my chest
A warm returning
I never outgrow
Your light leans toward me
A hush of gold unfolding
Soft as a vow unspoken
Home O home
You rise like a quiet psalm
Gathering my wandering breath
Back into its first music
And in the dream blue hours
You open like a drifting sky
Letting me float weightless
Through the place that feels like forever
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Author:
Anthony Hanible (
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Here home seems to be a place of origin not the physical home we all equate to. Nicely worded it is a place of security, peace and longing to return to. This poem has a very warm feel to it. Nicely done
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