I Came Home

I live my life like a poet

I love someone with a tortured soul

I am the same and I know it

I want to do to him what spring does to cherry trees

I close my eyes and I sit in the rim of darkness

On his knees

As he searches deep in me

Together we fish for fallen light

I cut down all the flowers but I couldnt keep spring from coming

Last night I felt like he left me by the side of the road

In the morning my thoughts have found the loving

For a moment I came home.