Home

I'll come home.

Just like that Christmas, onwards and onwards,

Or endless Birthdays, lasting.

I'll answer, for you forever, the phones,

If you tell me how to roast sage and bone,

Just right. So you're not supposing

Replies, any longer.

Home again. I breathe it, oak and new frost

Broken across the world in blessing,

Speaking from the firs and huts,

We are here again, feel it in your soul.

We are here again, like folklore.

Like that old brick house where you'll always be,

That old map of ours, it's compass eternally divining me your way,

No matter where I lose you, along that road.

Runes, your name, mishapen like a promise.

I'll come home. The fire is already lit.

I'm home. At least for a moment, when the firs hang white,

To let me know you're watching.

I'm home. Bring me back a while,

So I too, can bring you back,

Forever.