place called Home

a

breakaway from

consuming hecticness.

dream of wilderness this

easy silence

flows as a river in the bloodstream,

glowing stars of night calm the worried mind.

hang onto every moment of youth.

i feel home is among the trees not the stone

jungle of cities or wooden walls of houses.

killing time, but time is inexistent.

leaving friends only to

make

new

ones that shan’t replace the others.

place of dreams, experiences, and

quiet secrets of history making adventures,

remembrance of memories in

scrapbooks carved in the stone wall of time.

this hope of dreams of peace;

under our skeleton, inside the heart,

visible only to the unjudging of soul

whispers of the wistful wilderness whines in the wind.

x-ing the hate from the mind, body, and soul.

you may forget as time

zips by at speeds unthinkable; breathe and remember…