"Walk me Home,"

I have found myself in a state of wandering wonder,

Walking down broken cobblestoned streets.

I have left my front porch and can't seem to find my lamp post.

The one at the corner,

500 feet from my door mat.

My dusty, damaged doormat.

But when you speak,

When you laugh,

When your eyes open in the morning

My rib cage smiles,

Opens it self up and welcomes you

Like it knew you were home and it made

Room for your arrival.

You, my darling are

The sun rising after too much darkness.

You are day break.

You are Spring in a lifetime of Winters.

And I,

Well I am thankful for this season.

And I don't know how you thank a flower for blooming

Or the stars for their light.

I don't know how

I can thank you for your beauty,

Or for all the home in you

Other than to say

I am 500 feet away from the welcome you swept with your hello.

I will love you like the sky is falling and you are shelter.

There is no place like home!

And no matter what this life brings

When you speak

When you laugh

When your eyes open in the morning

My rib cage will smile

And open it self up.

Like lamp post lighting dark streets for little girls in search of address.

We will always be home

Brick by brick.