Brings me home.
Just as sure as, a door shuts.
And, a bag gets unpacked.
True love, is aware of the facts.
I am removed and placed upon a former shelf.
Life, begins to…unpacks itself.
When, quagmires, await my vague footprints.
My love takes a restless hand.
And, combs away the begotten sand.
Save for an angel’s grace…
There would be no visit left undone.
I can wander aimlessly.
Seeking the unknown.
But my well ridden heart…
Is only whole when I am home.