Take me home.
Home,
where the heart is.
Im old, and I'm tired.
Home.
Where love's embrace will fill those empty friendless spaces.
Where the stars Guide the return of my soul
to a place Beneath a caring moon.
Home.
Where bruised Hearts are soothed,
And hope flickers in its gentle light
With a promise of better days.
Home.
Where peace reigns.
Home.
Where Experience is a polite forgiving name for past mistakes,
and sorrows lonely stream
find love's embrace.
Away from treacherous paths.
Away from the noisy chaos of life.
To peace within a silence,
And solace in the solitude of a stillness to soothe the soul,
Where welcome smiles provokes the solitary spaces.
Home calls.
The final twilight,
Lingering in dusks undisturbed embrace,
I Surrender to its infinite silence
As Eternal slumber embraces me.
I'm tired
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