Home

The waves crash slowly towards home.
A journey from their explosion on the rocks to your skin.
I brush off the powder white sand that you attracted from earth.
and notice the way of attraction in my dreams.
It holds the pending love in your eyes,
the smile that burns in a distant memory.

I have often spoken between the lines of this memory
of a place I can claim: your arms, my home.
The way that we have known each other's eyes,
sitting across a room feeling a gaze brush my skin.
For the longer portion of my life I've been bound to my dreams,
with your hand in mine, my captor will be brought to this earth.

A phantom touch in reality and a paradise on earth;
The moments lying in the grass wish to be more than memory.
Lingering a softness on the pillow in my dreams
traveling so far only to find that I was home.
My longing aches in my fingertips waiting to touch your skin,
I cannot hold much strength unless I glance away from your eyes.

That hold of minutes to years in your eyes.
A song heard only beyond this earth.
I am ashamed to know the depressions of my skin,
but I cannot evade this memory.
Where can these feet wander once they have found home,
how can they leave behind such beautiful dreams.

It is only a luxury for those who dream,
for one who knows the moments hiding in front of their eyes,
in your deepest darkest thoughts you will feel safe at home.
Breaking the restraints from this shallow earth,
love will become much more a memory.
Hold the weight of kiss against your skin.

Now peel off the barriers of such tormented skin.
Keeping the sigh of an Astronomer's dream
against your skull which resonates a familiar memory,
the kind you feel when we meet eyes.
The way we float above this earth
in our secret place called home.