"writing poetry, starts in my soul, flows through my heart, up to my head, then it's out of my hands"
Sunday, 15 December 2013
A New Home
-A New Home-
I have crossed the world for you...
the vast reaches of time,
only to be with you,
only to form this soul anew.
I have brushed off the darkest spaces,
thrown out the past...
the useless moments and endless stains,
cleansed and waiting only for your touch.
No spot has remained.
No shadow unmoved remains to haunt us.
Endlessly, tirelessly I have worked,
to ready this heart for the knock,
to greet you at the door,
and welcome you home.
To live together as one,
to love in this place,
the warmth and joy of the welcomed space.
Filled with the bright light of loves sweet summer,
Invading each window, a crystal sheen,
spotlessly cleaned.
The hanging frames of windows,
shining in their luminescence.
A rainbow of hope and promise,
entwined and kissed upon the threshold.
I love you with all that I am,
all that I will ever be.
Know that without you,
this space is but a barren shell, a house,
but you my love, have made this soul,
a home.
© Richard Michael Parker 2013
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My home ♥
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