Your Home

I invite you to meet me where the water finds the sand. Where the waves whisper a sea of secrets remaining untold. I will be there when the moon shows it face, and the sky has gathered a million stars as its blanket. There is no one here but I, lying carelessly without a towel, wishing that the sand would take inside my skin. With eyes softly shut and breaths taken deep and slow, dare to come and rest beside me. Carefully brush the hair from my salty brow, with gazing eyes exuding your soul. Exhale your past and offer it to the breeze, banishing it to an undiscovered region. Then I will open my eyes to rest only on your form, allowing you to capture the tears that you own. Words will never define what I need you to know, so you must listen to my silence to find the answers. I will reach out to take both of your hands, to lead you to walk with me along the shore. Here is where your heart will feel whole again, for here is your home.