Exhaustion greets me,

At the gate that is our home,

You meet me grinning,

Arms ready for a long hug,

The best welcome home ever.

Beyond these glass panes,

Lives a world, ever-moving,

Wonderful and wild!

And yet, the raindrops stop me,

From leaving these four bare walls.

When brambles obscure

And block your journey upward

Fight your way through it

The valleys from your journey

Are beautiful from above

May the stones ahead

Mark your next horizon line

Rather than your fall

I will remember your eyes

Full of love and adventure.

I arose today

Before a sweetened sunrise

And I rode the clouds

To the Pacific Ocean

Making faces at The Moon

See the 

World below,

Drift away 

Without effort,

Take flight 

Into blue,

Skies gilded 

Silver and white,

Backlit by a 

Golden sun.

Not every poem,

Will glitter and sparkle so –

No matter how much,

You polish or cut away,

Some will be rough and tumble.

The words come slowly…
On unsteady legs they rise,
Resisting stage fright.
Under a single spotlight,
Each verse shall bud and blossom.