This is Home
The light shines through the leaves burning iris after iris
As we peer into the relentless star that we call the sun.
The warmth on my face is a welcome gesture I no longer regret.
I no longer dismiss the beauty of the moonless oblivion.
I no longer dismiss the beauty of the moonless oblivion.
The silent ache of the bracing winds as they brush across my face
Provoking a shiver down my spine; Memory brings back repeatedly
The view from the hidden rock in the woods, high above the river valley.
I no longer dismiss the beauty of the moonless oblivion.
It is no longer a question of where home is, but rather where home is not.
Once you fall in love with life and accept the beauty within everything,
Home is in every step that you take; you never feel alone or out of place.
I no longer dismiss the beauty of the moonless oblivion.