Heart is Home

By November 17, 2018Poetry

Looking for my tribe
A place where voice will shine
A ride without destination
Top of a hillside
Bottom of a stream
Floating on a lake
All by fireside

Pen in hand
Thought in heart
Sun sets
All warm, all wet
In alignment, as one
Yea, all set

Rhythm of souls
Walking the road
Never to be alone
Heart is home.

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