A Home for Our Hearts

A Home for Our Hearts by Eric Ashford

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A Home for Our Hearts

We have imagined a place like this.
The architecture of our dreams
sun-bleached into reality.
It is not far from any road
but only our closed eyes
and the feathered hobo's of the sky
can find it.
We live there like tramps also.
Moving in and out
always emptying the rooms
and filling them with more things
we have created together.
This habitat is our secret,
we have discovered it
in the lines of our hands,
in the reflection of all that water
that flows between us.
It is an old house,
as old as our story.
Sometimes
when we are worlds away
it whispers to itself
like a ghost in the night.
Today you are alone on the porch
singing nightingale songs
while I try to find my way home
to you.