Home is where our hearts were
afternoon we stood captivated by each other,
wind swirling curly-Q patterns all around us,
scent of Autumn on the air, as twin fires in our souls
ignited a single flame, sacred and inextinguishable.

Home is that magical,
mystical moment you watched me from back of the
room, looking deeper into me than anyone before. Our souls
met, there in the middle, danced slowly to remembered tune.
Fateful night changed everything; feelings became irrepressible.

Home is how you whispered
from behind me, reached out for me, helped me find
my way. It’s how we both looked up at the moon, drawn
simultaneously to some shared symbol of forever until
a night in each other’s arms wouldn’t be so impossible.