Take Me Home
January 20th, 2009 by Karen
The dying sun
paints a blanket of light
slipping off the cooling hills.
The stars flicker
like brightly lighted candles,
brilliant diamonds set in black velvet night.
The church steeple points straight to heaven,
the swirling mist dances with the breath of God.
The perfection of the valley,
the town nestled in nature’s hands
a blemish on the immaculate earth.
This is where I belong.
Summer sun and winter moon,
the starry night drowning in silence,
the burning tree in heaven’s coolness.
The eyes that are not there
but still know the darkness of my soul.
His eyes.
Depth beyond canvas.
The blackness of my soul, eternal peace.
I am home.
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