Wandering
Fall from the sky
Stop yourself
Before you ask why
Lose yourself
In the sparkle
Of the homeless mans eyes
In his hut by the sea
He, too, gets by
Maybe more than you and me
Free from the haunts and ghosts
Of things we need not
But need so
Kissed by the stars
Showered by the moon
That rolls over the dry expanse of land
To be at home
Singing sweetly in the ears of this man
For while fast asleep
In dreamlike slumber
The tides grow strong
Full of wonder
Thats clear only to those
Who can make their home
Anywhere