In the quietest hours of the night
Unbidden, she opens her eyes
Half awake, half asleep,
One foot still within the world of dreams
She hears the echoes
On these four walls,
Here and now –
She untangles herself from
The sheets, half dressed and with
She steps out into the night,
The magic awaits,
Just beyond these blinding street lights
Quietly she finds her way
The pull of the night
Won’t lead her astray.
Joy fills her heart the moment she arrives,
Her truest home now within her sight.
With her barefoot feet she steps upon the Earth,
The songs of the night singing of her rebirth.
She reaches out her hand caressing the trees, and
Begins to dance among the leaves.
Here and now she is one with the world
Where the noise of society can never be heard.
In this place of pure peace and joy
She can shed the false layers.
Tears fall the ground watering the Earth
With her prayers.
In this moment
Pure ecstasy is born,
Feeling the magic of life
In her hearts truest home.
1 comments on “Truest Home”
Wow! What vivid imagery!