For Home
I once knew a thing about dancing,
romancing.
But a southern breeze
has blown my top kilter.
I'd like to think I was young once
but from such
a deep silence
I have sprung
from.
To the sky I go.
Skipping on rooftops
and mountain edges,
dusted with love and laughter.
Away for home I'm bound.
This poem is about:
Me