Home
by soren sea

Home,
I have not thee, but just this
promise to me,
That home is always
near me,
about me daily,
whispering in my ear,
of the green fields and
rivers full where as I child I played.
Home, I have not thee,
but just this promise to me.
That clouds will continue to
float, and sunsets set,
that rain will still fall in dry and
barren lands.
Home I have not thee
but just this promise to us,
that when to dust we return again..
Home we have thee then...