✿ڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰڿ✿ ✿ڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰڿ✿ ✿ڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰڿ✿ ✿ڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰڿ✿

                                That place of [Home]
                                        where
                                                      the
                                       heart
                                                    feels
                                                             ease
                                that place of comfort
                           where the soul can breathe.

                                 [Feelings] of warmth
                                       upon
                                                  the
                                                         skin,
                                       a touch of love
                                    from deep within.

                                A [Place] of gentleness
                                            amazingly
                                               divine,
                                        a loving heart
                                    this home of mine.

                                 [Sweetened] longings
                                                        ­        as
                                                             I
                                                   write
                                            this
                                   poem,
                                   for the one I Love
                                  my forever [Home]
                                        ✿ڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰڿ✿

In your prime
The world is at your feet
On the downfall
It's you on your feet
Or none at all

So , be there for yourself
Be it prime or downfall

Almost is not
near enough.

-R.

Fluid rivers, their white noise and chilly inhaled lace
ease my mind's labyrinth, catching deep breaths
dancing in dreams of forest filled landscapes
like a child's security blanket, mother nature's embrace
we awake to marsh mellows and sticky coat hangers  
the dull, orange embers reignite purpose flames
as sunrise and coffee breaks the plains
a guitar lies naked near **** bottles of wine
reclaiming its tuning, strumming life into souls
and once the satsumas and the coffee's devoured
we bask in the sunshine, winding down hours
delaying the inevitable Watch Full Moon Tower