beneath these feet that have travelled
along the most dangerous paths
and ran many miles away from the weight they carry;
these feet that have slipped and fallen.
solitary but never alone.
and falling down to our world
where everything has an end
are raindrops that hold life that shine
effervescently, so everlasting,
they become the tears that knead their way
from my eyes, into the palm of my shaking hand,
tired from trying, but yearning for more.
where i look into the knowing eyes
where all was safe.
where all is safe.
often misunderstood at surface level
that is most pure and increasingly
i’d never forgotten this home,
which we left to journey unsheltered,
to experience the world and all its
pains and beauty, to love
to love, to love.
as the years grow into our eyes,
our bones and our calm,
that no matter where we land when we
there is always a key under the doormat
that fits the door that keeps
the home we built together,
for us to let ourselves in again.
is where we find immortal love.