| Slow, careful steps, to the front door. That mystical emotion behind the blinds to sanctuary. Wild, riveting looks appear through swaying curtains, And the door, creaks open just a crack, Revealing smiles and joyous voices, Recieved by a quiet smile and sealed with a hug. Comfort is deployed with easy, delicate hands and furthermore, Welcoming arms. The bed is made with the softest quilt, And sheets knitted from clouds. This lingering smell of home, And dreams, never filled the heart, like so |
