Coming home in the rain
To my home again
My kids, my wife.
The heart of my life
I feel each drop’s a kiss
Not given those who miss
The warmth of folks,
Familiar jokes…
I’m living again.
Bleak, in a way, eh? Bleaker than the day
Which slips up to the windowpane and splurges...
When time is old I fold my dreams
Within the earth and let them lie
Knowing that nothing’s what it seems...
