Home is a lazy day
With earphones on
Sometime in May
When rain has come

Home is a warm bed
And a soft, cozy blanket
A waking yawn at twelve
When morn and noon meet

Home is in the midst of friends
Talking boys or latest trends
Where there is no bad blood
Only love's abiding bond

Home is in my dreams
Buried in faraway things
Things I never had
And might never will

We spin around on the dance floor,
my hands locked with yours.
You look into my eyes,
and to my surprise I'm looking back.

Watching each other,
as we dance the night away.
There's something in my heart,
that I have to say.

Is the very reason,
that I will stay.
As we move simultaneously,
locked in perfect unison.

My mind begins to wonder,
and my heart begins to race.
I'm falling in love,
with your warm embrace.

As the music stops,
and we do too.
We smile and depart,
till the music brings us along.

The worst part about being a writer or poet,
is the critics....
You're your own worst critic.
Take a breath and relax,
don't put yourself down.