" Will you be in my hands once again?
Have the tears stopped running down your face,
Hoping the sorrows have fled from the misery's of
that forgotten place.
Are you on your way home?
Can you fill me with the desires of years ago?
Can we store the hurt that was so hard of letting go?
The visions in our souls were many,
can they be seen when you return?
I pray they will, without having to learn.
My heart still beats in tune with yours.
Does your's still hold the same notes?
Another dance, another whisper to my ear, but only
of different quotes.
My door is open, as i wait for you to knock.
My hand will rise quickly as i undo the lock.
We stand, and stare before the clutch of our hands,
You've "COME HOME" i reply with a tear in my eye.
You dried it off as you said. "Yes, with no more goodbye's."