Closer to Home

Your love is a candlestick

It drips pure and true

But the flame never extinguishes

Even when the worst of winds blow

My heart is out at sea

Beckoning for a shore,

A home

You are kind and patient

I am faulty and hasty,

Quick to destroy

Deserving or not 

I am thankful

Extended from your callus hands

The hope that keeps me afloat

The air that drives me closer

Closer to home

Author's Note

Always open to critique/comment :)

Reviews

[The Jay]

It's good, though I feel that the penultimate verse feels incomplete, I feel that it should have been like its predecessor, it would have given the poem a better flow.