Home

Behind me,
I look behind
And I see, as always
My home; of course, my home

I look toward adventure
But, of course, I know
Adventure is exhilarating
Home is comfort

And, though I do enjoy
The travels and travails
I always begin
To miss familiarity

Of Infinity

Slept upon
The grace and wonder
Of living a life
Truly oneself
However possible
When we go
Towards our own light
We see infinity
In our destiny
In those among us
Let us be
What we can become