It is he who runs forth
with anticipation towards
an unknown light.

He has set aside time
to cast the first stone.

In the day a mirage
appeared and he said
I am home at last.

For he knew not one
but two of which he
could reside. Eternally,

he set aside his journey
to rest his head parked
on the soft cushion of
time for a moment. A

peak at every moment
of the sun is the light
he finds in his courage.

Belief that he is known
Is something that he knows
That is the sound of home.

03/06/2009

Posted on 12/28/2009
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