Home is Where the Heart is
Cold warmth is my favourite smell,
Rough, fierce tenderness
And it's forgiving me;
Holding naked bloody flowers
it arranged like a jigsaw
For me, through me,
On the table I once touched and knew.
I opened my heart and it told me,
You told me, at home I will always find
Flowers and faces, forgiveness
In my favourite rooms.
But I loosened my ties and I fled.
I have broken a perpetual sky,
Depth shattering the eyes of God.
Still standing, its hands now follow a luck-strewn pavement,
Bending amiable street lights into spiders' legs
That throw bright silk at the shadows, at the walls
My shadows, my walls, cupping my house.
And this smacks of life, so it said
If this is where you want to be,
But I can't when walls and windows
Are locked as my winter throat.
Though powerless, I smile and know,
No need to look inside to see
That this is where I want to be.