September has come and I can feel the change in my fingertips
You are home again and I am moving slower
Warmth arises when I look at you, maybe its the heat
Or the way every step you take matters.
You look at me as if I hold secrets, as if I am a grand and open sea, undiscovered
And the next moment, like the dreamy memory of a path you once took,
The sound of a drum, the smell of pine wafting
Unchanging, unforgotten
I may know nothing at all,
But there is one thing I am sure of—
My soul aches to be near you, to feel yours sing back softly
I know the seasons change for a reason
The tides push + pull, hearts pulse for years on end
And that you my dear, are as stable, as steady as the earth beneath my aching soles
You lift me up,
You carry me home.
Sep 3, 2018
Sep 3, 2018 at 4:50 PM UTC
September has come and I can feel the change in my fingertips
You are home again and I am moving slower
Warmth arises when I look at you, maybe its the heat
Or the way every step you take matters.
You look at me as if I hold secrets, as if I am a grand and open sea, undiscovered
And the next moment, like the dreamy memory of a path you once took,
The sound of a drum, the smell of pine wafting
Unchanging, unforgotten
I may know nothing at all,
But there is one thing I am sure of—
My soul aches to be near you, to feel yours sing back softly
I know the seasons change for a reason
The tides push + pull, hearts pulse for years on end
And that you my dear, are as stable, as steady as the earth beneath my aching soles
You lift me up,
You carry me home.
i've found you finally
