Unexpected Return

It’s like coming home
Every word a dusty knick-knack
In the colors I remembered
Impressions deep in the carpet
From the couch by the window
The telephone rings
And I pull the receiver to my ear
Listening for someone
To begin the singing words
So often sought for
Comfort at midnight
Waking in the morning
Giving the afternoons breath

As it begins
I close my eyes and feel
The sun pour through the window
A blanket on my legs
My hand smoothes cotton
And I take in fresh air
Opening my eyes again

This escape is my own
Collections of words
Jumble of ideas
Sojourn through memories and dreams
It’s nice to be
Somewhere like home again
In unrehearsed conversation.

This message has been edited. Last edited by: mons,

I can dig it.

Nice to have you back.

Thanks chica!

like elvis says the scrolls were always on my mind, they were always on my mind.

wait, i don't think elvis said that....

mons

quote:

Originally posted by mons:
This escape is my own
Collections of words
Jumble of ideas
Sojourn through memories and dreams
It’s nice to be
Somewhere like home again
In unrehearsed conversation.

nice nice nice. i feel that too...

good to have you back.
sit. stay.

Thanks! I will! and thanks for the read.


mons