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"Carry Me Home"
Carry Me Home
Some nights the whispers carry the wayward home
They can be a leaf
desperately searching for a mother's limb
in the swallow of hurricane harbor
They can be a star
claiming the night as their own
in a universe of surging storms
as clouds capture the cloak of a midnight break
Some nights the whispers swirl in lost horizons
Like a mountain losing its smile
beneath a moon of broken hearts
as they dance alone under fallen skies
Like a ship burning at sea
torched by the silhouette of shadows
clinging to yesterday's that never go away
Some days whispers sway in morning's swell
As pure as a southern spring running wild with blossoms
shimmering in the shelter of a rainbow curtain
submerged in the daybreak of warmth's breath
As endless as a garden of evergreen
soft as the seeds that heaven rained down
long past the reflection of winter's last stand
where angels bathe in the current of beautiful spirit
Some days whispers take flight and find the sun
Like taking in everything before you
even when blinded
Like seeking clarity in poetic truth
while writing in the blaze of new discoveries
Salvation that is the harmony of the river
that flows in the union of our sweet comfort
Someday this journey will end where it truly begins
In the eternal promise that night will come upon
the light where morning awaits
You will be standing there with the wind teasing your hair
timeless in the harvest of a moment
where we know goodbyes no longer matter
as we carve our initials in the whispers of forever
