awaiting home

Shannon, Texas - Unfiltered Beauty

A wisp, a feather-light touch
Dancing on the tip of your tongue
Trying to escape you
Feeding on the emptiness
To fill you up with something
Anything must do

Until the day you see
How much you need
Because it arrived by car and on an airplane
Landed right in front of you
Showing you your soul's desire for home
Knowing incremental change would be the way

Picked you up from where you stand—me too
Like a tornado
Changing everything—changing me—changing you
Now just waiting to board the craft
While its crew situates and acclimates
Because love waits