If the eyes are the windows to the soul
you’ve bought new curtains
and I’m certain
you don’t like the color

Tear down your walls
Let me come home

This life you house seems empty
but I know even the closets are full
And the lull
of the street light is calling you out

Let me come home

Your celling
is leaking
you’re feeling
like you’re on top of things but
none of your doors will open
you haven’t a handle on anything

Let me come home

Home

and the Cadbury taste of Easter

Home

and the mornings she can feast her
eyes on the 6 a.m. blanket of fresh fallen snow

Home

Where at least she can know
she belongs