Home

The wind rages, consumes,

Taking everything on his path

And the rain pours, screams,

Bullets of heavenly water tearing down our street

And the thunder, mighty god of Thor,

The thunder roars and cracks against the almighty,

While clouds collide and collapse, sparkle,

Creating a static atmosphere to rest in

Rain turns into snow, white flocks of satin,

Whispering from the dark skies upon our door

Water turns into a lustrous layer of dark mystery,

Covering up all the fluids left in the night.

As I rush home, enter our door

Take off the coat that protected me from the storm,

Take off my woollen scarf and my wet gloves

Shudder, kick off my boots and enter

There you are, waiting for me, anxious for my return

My red cheeks reddening even more,

Take a few steps towards you, dying to keep you close

And forget all the rage of the forgotten world outside

And I hold you in my arms

And you’re warm

Cradle my head in your warm neck

‘Welcome home, love’, and you kiss me

And my world is on fire,

My burning heart bouncing happily for my return

Warming me with every single beat, and I smile

Blinds closed, fire on, together, home.