You feel like my grey pajamas.
Old, worn
With the memory of many a day
Curled up in comfort;
You feel like warmth
On winter nights.
You feel like the sea breeze
That traverses long miles
To cool my brow
Under the sweltering sun;
You are the salty tinge
That rests on my lips.
You feel like the mighty mountains
That watch over me
From a distance,
And yet I need only turn
To know it’s there;
The misty hills
On my bare landscape.
You feel like dog-eared pages,
Like musty souvenirs,
Like inky letters on scrapbooks,
Like the lyrics rolling off my tongue,
Like ancient dreams,
Re-runs of childhood whims,
Like the smell of fresh rain
And coffee and the earth;
Yes,
You feel like home.
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Serendipitous Rambling 