hyg-ge

Home is choice, blissfully free

as the wind that blows with reckless abandon

and full to bursting with possibilities: a night sky, endless

ebony depths so vast, peppered with twinkling ivory,

fervently beckoning, guiding us on our way.

Home is protection, the deep river of calm

found in the warm embrace of a partner’s arms:

a mountainous landscape,

carved and chiseled from solid stone, landmarks of humanity’s heritage

dotted with striations so breathtaking in their imperfection,

peaks and valleys that remember

the balance to be struck between triumph and defeat.

Home is fresh and clean, deliciously lush

with new growth, cloaked in the luxurious scent of musk and damp earth,

of rebirth and renewal: a forest teeming with life amongst its foliage,

verdant and thriving, adorned with infant buds, together resting

upon the foundation of decay

that feeds it all; each breath taken

a poignant reminder of the timeless connection

linking all that is.

Home is the fire we stoke deep within, the gentle glow of embers

ceaselessly radiating their soft warmth: the earliest morning light

as the sun is just waking, delicate watercolor light slowly trickling

across the dark night sky, bringing us a new day of fresh beginnings;

a glorious ritual uniting all that lives.

Home is where you’ll find love

in its most authentic form, extravagant in its simplicity;

home is wherever I find myself with you.