Take Me Home

Take me home with you.

My dear dove, the poetry of my heart.

How do I say the simple yet profound?

Plum the depths of a soul so shallow, you just might find worth.

You are the space under an umbrella

During a cool rain, as I walk through bricked streets.

You are my sunset

glistening over a meadow of wheatgrass

in the middle of a long summer break.

Take me home with you, so that I might return at least some of the miracles you have given me.

You deserve to know all the beauties of the world,

My regret is that I could not deliver them to you.

Take me home tonight.

If I can’t lay my head in the place I’m happiest

Why am I here?