A single leaf fell from a single tree                       c. 8.14.14 J.Ray
It blew lightly upon a cool fall breeze
It lay upon the wet soft cold ground
Not caring to be alone and unfound
It cares not to move or ever be seen
It cares not whether the grass is green
It lay camouflaged among the thousands fair
The leaf shows only its simple beauty there
It is only with the many that its simple beauty blends
With all the others among it, that it can call its friends
So many times we fall just as that single leaf
Through all the sadness, anger, misery and grief
So many times we feel so dark and utterly alone
Forgetting about the tree of which it has grown
We should all be so lucky to float upon the cool fall breeze
We should throw cares to the wind and put our minds at ease

Let me show you the hidden treasures of the night,
guiding you with cold hands and
a wild heartbeat.

We'll find the most beautiful place:
far from the warm paved roads,
from the noises of the city,
from the lights.

Follow me,
speak to me with your touch and
I'll listen.

Lay with me;
we'll soak up the dampness of the summer air and
let the quiet of the darkness swallow us whole.

I can see the entire galaxy in your eyes,
and you are the only wish
I want to make.

A home is not defined by a mailbox at the end of the driveway
It is not made up of a white picket fence or a garden outside the front door
And its not something as simple as where you fall asleep
You might feel safe with the trees and you might be at peace with the waves
But that doesn’t make you fit to live among them
We were never meant to live in the celestial bodies above or below
And we’re not meant for our own skin
Home is the curve of her smile when she looks at you
Its about knowing her favorite words to wake up to
And your favorite words on her lips as you kiss her
Home is where her scent lingers on everything
Where you can still hear her laughter between the couch cushions
And knowing she is ticklish below her third rib but only on the left side
Its where you can still see her when you can’t remember what day it is
Home is where the eviction notice was nailed to the door
*~W.C.