I can dream, can't I?

Home

Driving up a lane through a canopy of trees
Pulling into the familiar parking spot I shut off the engine
And sit there for a moment soaking in the quiet
But not complete quiet
A bird sings a song to tell it's mate of my arrival
A rush in the wood a hundred yards away
And a moment's flash of view imprints the sublime
Spots on the back of the bounding fawn
Flying off to start it's nocturnal grazing
My attention is drawn to the windows of our trim little house
Warm light pours out of them making a glow about the place
Barely visible through them is a tantalizing world of coziness
Beckoning the weary to come in and find haven

We leave our special place daily to find bread by sweat of brow
Contortion of mind and soreness of muscle
The world sits on it's heavy weight and resists
As we struggle to move it one inch
Tomorrow we will struggle to move it one inch more
But this evening
This and every other
We retreat to our private world
Our place of comfort and security
To renew strength
And share love
To be intense
And intensely do nothing

Sometimes we will welcome others to share the wonder
To give and take and bless
But most times it will be just you and me
And the birds and fawns
A slow burning fire
A breeze in the treetops
Lots of talk
Lots of quiet
And peace
A home