A Place Called Home
Riding the wild desert lands; traversing vast fields of snow,
Months go by; in search for the bounty,
Thoughts of you; give the will to go on,
To nourish our bodies; through the cold winter months,
Carry us through; till the warmth of spring is again upon us.
I step onto the earthen floor; lay the bounty upon the table,
You turn from the hearth; as the broth slowly simmers,
You simply smile asking no questions; my welcome home,
Your outstretched arms give comfort; wash away the weariness,
The blood on my hands; tormenting my Soul.
A simple meal consumed; out bodies warm in a tender glow,
Staring at the fire; we share the experience of the months gone by,
As we lay entwined in love’s way, in the silence of the night,
I lay my head on your shoulder; let the torment wash away,
In your arms I lay cradled; in this place we call home.