Quite Homey

Out of sight,

Not absent of mind.

Legacies on the horizon.

Peaks where the sun isn't shining.

When darkness sheds light on the kindness.

That feeling of faith through the blindness,

Speaking through deafening silence.

A keep in you whole when it's trying.

Embrace like the mane of a lion.

Home is the hope of surviving,

Suspended in voids of consignment.

Knowledge beyond matters of timing.

Home is the proof a route,

Crumbs like treats upon snouts.

The scent of roses whilst making a round,

Especially when coffee won't come by the pound.

A low giving way to momentous occasions.

Embers alluding to life.

The reason for will in the fight.

Magnified regardless of size.

Open like lids upon eyes.

Home is the dream betwixt ties.