Home is blue, like Ocean waves that crash around me as her eyes trace my silhouette like clockwork.
Home is her story on soft skin like ink on pages, telling strangers about her adventures and the world she wishes she hasn't seen..
Home is Her handprint cemented into the small of my back like it was always meant to be
If home is where the heart is, My home is her.

the sun light
the dark
the time between being
both lost ....found
the mark the
dot the point of return
the past
the now a part
of the future
the why not
the why was not
the why can't I see
the  horizon
the last sign
of sanity
I am the all
the beginning the end
the last fountain
I am all I will
ever know for certain
the god the lost
dog
the best
worst the now
the future the  me
and all I can say
is that you are too