Coming Home

Within these walls of stillness,

sliding in and out of sleep,

through darkened rooms

of ancient nightmares,

my dreams carry me;

a gentle pressure deepens,

a mauve reverie,

with care enfolding me

in a slow caress,

softly calling my name.

Coming home.

Just a heartbeat away,

like a sigh of relief,

sinking into my own,

my paradise of you.

© ACG

05 August 2011