In Search of Home

When the day breaks,

a shy shadow awakes.

I, its keeper, follow

and my own guilt I swallow.

I know from the morning light

things must be mended and done right.

I know in my soul that was once my own

I am in search of a bright blue home.

I had seen it in my dreams,

its colour like teary streams.

I feel its warmth as I pass through.

I know I must stay, but I seemingly move.

A heart is carried in the home,

and in its tight dome

it beats and beats the dreary walls

and waits until I answer it calls.

I am pushed into the open space

where my arms are free yet lack grace.

I am moved by the sound of running water

and I look forward to see a mother.

She beckons me to follow her,

and I look around, just to be sure.

I have lost enough in these deep lifeless places.

Now, I've finally found my good graces.

The home, bright and blue,

was enough to carry me and you.

From what I could tell, it was more than enough.

It wasn't a trick; it was no bluff.

But the shadow was restless and it wasn't pleased.

"Leave now and go on," she evily teased.

I couldn't do it, I paid her no heed.

I didn't consider her, I had no need.

For I had found my haven, good and secure.

Nothing could destroy it, of this I was sure.

Who would want to diminish a colour so bright?

Who would waste away in the colourless night?

I stay in the blue home filled with light,

and in this conviction, I knew I was right.