Home

A call to me that can never be refused
A sound, a voice that can never be confused
I have longed for you and have hoped to hear you speak
To make me high and get to the peak

When you beckon, I have no control over it
And it has proved to me that I can lean on it
It has been to me a thing to be grasped
And never to be passed

I feel so complete when I am home
For there has never been and never would be a place like home
A dwelling where I have come to lay down my head
A natural place as my bed

Putting down my weary soul
And letting my emotions flow
The effect of its touch I can't measure
But its memory I will always treasure

You come to me like a ghost not in need of a key
A friend and hobby that always comes to be
All your love and life I have come to need
As it will be a seed for me that will bring more seeds

That great sound I always pray will come on
As it brings joy and makes me reborn.

5th April, 2016.