New Home
I lay awake, soft and calm, Upon a cloud of sheets and pillows. I look to the window, big and tall. The trees dance shadows across the dark, flirting with the street light. The wind of a fan, blowing across my face. Kissing my nose, twirling the chimes. A sound so calm and sweet. As if earth and house are molded to one. Light from three holes jump out from a jar. Causing a sweet aroma to fill the room. A friend lays across from me, quiet in slumber. Not speaking out loud, but connecting with me. Feel safe to know she is there. So rare to move and immediately fall in love. It is a place to breathe, a place to think. A place to laugh, a place to sleep. Love is here, awaiting my return. At the end of each day, I rejoice to be in my new home.