Home…

Where is home?

Is home in me…in you…in us?

Home is a feeling of mutual trust

Home…

Where one feels most comfortable

and where problems always die

Is home the place where angels fly?

Home is not a place…it’s a feeling

a bond by two hearts searching, feeling

home…

…home is where dreams begin and never stop

home…

If I sink into the deep abyss of my subconscience

maybe then we’ll have room to breathe

with tiny images of blinding me with what could be, or could have been,

you are closer than I realized.

And even in the darkness of our subconscience

two strangers can find room to fall in love

and call it home.