Saturday, January 21, 2017

Home Away From Home

I see you and I long to touch your face,
and my heart will race and my eyes search you.
It is here that I'm happy for days and days,
more if I could know the contours of your hand.
I wish that there was more that I could do,
only tell me that I'm still your friend.

My hope like light dancing in the skies,
the cold winter's night that seeks its morning.
Always somewhere in the day it slowly dies,
in relenting to the fear and doubt I become lost,
Always listening to some un-heard warning,
I run and I hide amid the cold and frost.

Though I could let you warm my heart,
if you could find your courage to look for me.
I am not that one who would soon depart,
I would never leave you far from home or alone.
It is only you who would ever rescue me,
from ever again becoming sad or alone.

A would can show some sign of heaven,
a better place where we can find one another.
A look or a smile would restore me again,
an embrace would be as a dream I cannot dream.
Yet you're always the place I go to recover,
a home away from home it would seem. 

Brian Francis Hudon
January 21, 2017

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