To the birds, sleep
Your work is over
And the nightsong has done its job,
as well
Dreams, like the flickering images
from the projector shows me you
Reaching out, dragging me by the hand
Smiling as you pilot me
You lead me to the steps
And it is quiet outside
Everyone and everything is asleep
"There is no deeper way I could love you" I move my lips to silently speak
You smile as you pilot me
Walls, doors, panels and ceiling
All you
Hands as smooth and solid as the heart's foundation
You take me up stairs that seem to never end, sure in your step, still flickering
I smile as you pilot me
The soft echoes of your voice settle into my head
Moving in, as a home is made
And hurt and doubt are unmade, just the same
I smile and speak with no words and you show me everything and it is unfamiliar and familiar and warm
and it is home
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