When I'm home
I'll look for you ,
Everywhere.....
And try to find you there.....
My home is poetry ,
My life will slow to read it
And slowly begin to write it ,
Always searching , there for you.....
To pause and savor life ,
And know how it feels
To be tuned to life again ,
Searching , always for you.....
My home is not a place
But an oft' forgotten pace ,
A slowing of the races
Joy etched on winning faces
The gathering of all traces.....
As I slow and hear the music
Of life's journeys as they're finished ,
Watching while the storms subside
Life's filters slow my weeping ,
Still searching for a glimse of you....
But if you are here ....you must be sleeping.....