In pools of changing hue,
Rippling halo’s of reflected street lights,
Through curtains of rain,
Your eyes sparkle blue.
Just standing there in the wind’s restlessness,
An oasis of calm before the storm,
Watching the dark clouds against a black sky,
Exuding intoxicating peacefulness.
Your gentle voice flies against the breeze,
I hear you calling me,
Across the miles,
Brought to me on the whisperings of trees.
Not lonely but alone,
Ever constant in my mind,
A miracle, just for being,
Always you, my love, my “Home”.