the way home

These days are so long

and my legs so weary

i wish you were here

to carry me home

 

a hazel hue to light the way

my voice, a guide

travelling fast enough

to beat the break of day

 

when we arrive a bed awaits

and there, we take rest

a side for each of us

a sanctuary for lovers

 

we fall asleep

and we hope we meet in our dreams

because even in sleep

we can’t bear to be alone