Where are you? When I'm calling to home and when I'm alone on the floor.
Where are you? When the fog isn't clearing and the river is nearby, and I don't know how to swim.
Where are you? When the sun is setting and I'm looking around for the hand I used to hold.
Where are you? When the magic of rain doesn't hold any magic for me anymore...
Where are you?
Behind me and around me,
encompassing me in fluid desire to name
this person as a home where I can stay
without fear, without restraint,
where I may sleep held safely
in a boat of your arms and body
and beautiful golden brown eyes
shining, lighting the path ahead
not alone.
