As the Earth holds us, fresh, alive, in a morning dew,
Awaken in me gently and let the world be cut in two
Walk thru my door & my meaning carries you across
Hiraeth me in the Morning longing in the pain of loss
For what could ever never truly unruly whisper to be
That home within a home there and never there a sea
Perhaps we never fully had each other keep us whole
Such nostalgia in a tree, grief, as if a lonely fogs a soul
My old home, a past, she was a person twist-free alive
Rich as honey reach in her, imagined memories thrive
An ache unresolvable that place misses us deep inside
Never the same a better worse a mind I'm in your ride
Return to me altared in a state, quiet in a knowing fate
That once held us, melds us, different in a same of late,
A kind of change that rolls us, a ruin of our almost life,
I live inside you know so much beauty breezes a knife,
My through-line within you leans to a little you linger,
Lasts into a silence the sounds you make rings a finger
Her soft imprint thrives me in a lonely of a lasting way
I still walk toward you away from you to live in a gray.
Mar 22
Mar 22, 2026 at 9:09 AM UTC
As the Earth holds us, fresh, alive, in a morning dew,
Awaken in me gently and let the world be cut in two
Walk thru my door & my meaning carries you across
Hiraeth me in the Morning longing in the pain of loss
For what could ever never truly unruly whisper to be
That home within a home there and never there a sea
Perhaps we never fully had each other keep us whole
Such nostalgia in a tree, grief, as if a lonely fogs a soul
My old home, a past, she was a person twist-free alive
Rich as honey reach in her, imagined memories thrive
An ache unresolvable that place misses us deep inside
Never the same a better worse a mind I'm in your ride
Return to me altared in a state, quiet in a knowing fate
That once held us, melds us, different in a same of late,
A kind of change that rolls us, a ruin of our almost life,
I live inside you know so much beauty breezes a knife,
My through-line within you leans to a little you linger,
Lasts into a silence the sounds you make rings a finger
Her soft imprint thrives me in a lonely of a lasting way
I still walk toward you away from you to live in a gray.
Life is full of little hireath moments when we think we know what our home is like, a threshold, a hearth, a burning fire, a swimming lake, an ocean in the waves, but that singular thought keeps changing us, stretching us over the living space until we wrap around each other and call it home to kiss your face.
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