home

Home is calling.

She's such a vision in the spring-

the backdrop to every wandering dream.

She contains each glimpse of the slide show in my mind.

*click*

tiny toes in the grass.

*click*

little cheeks all rosy from play.

*click*

first wobbly steps, making his way back to me.

I am mother to the core.

I am a temple.

Home is calling.

Oh how we've changed.

How the years have left their mark-

in lines and colors.

I want to hold on-

I want to stop time in it's speeding tracks.

But everybody is growing.

And changing.

Like little birds-

they're reaching for the sky-

they've got that look in their eye.

One day they'll fly away.

Home is calling.

Though we may not be the same- surely she'll take us back.

Like traders, we'll beg and barter.

No price too great-

I've just got to belong again.

Home is calling.

I can smell the salty air.

I will return to her shores-

and whisper all my secrets there.

I am a descendant of greatness.

I am a lady of the sea.

Home is calling,

and I will answer...

I'm going to find my way back-

I swear.

I'm already gone.

I'm almost there.

Home.