She stands at the window.
Age dares not to defy her.
Night bring her comfort.
Darkness, her only friend.
Her light flickers and fades.
She waits for you to come home.
She stands at the window.
Age dares not to defy her.
Night bring her comfort.
Darkness, her only friend.
Her light flickers and fades.
She waits for you to come home.
Tall windows to let in the day.
The sun rises and shoots its ray.
I watch people saunter by,
Peek into windows up high.
I’m as happy as I can be
To let the world come home to me.
Yosemite valley by kmm625
A CERULEAN SIGH
Mountains reach for the sky,
Arms reaching so high.
White cotton balls drifting by
On a Cerulean sigh.
The cold air hits my face
As I pick up my pace.
I must get home soon post haste
Before my nest falls to waste.
Babies wait for mother
And not any other.
Beaks open wide for some food,
Squeaking in their frantic mood.
I can see my nest from here.
I soar down as I draw near.
Little heads bop up and down
As I dive closer to ground.
Chirps of joy greet my ears,
Helps allay any fears
That an intruder entered my domain.
I am happy that all appear the same.
Tall windows to let in the day.
The sun rises and shoots its ray.
I watch people saunter by,
peek into windows up high.
I’m as happy as I can be
to let the world come home to me.
A walk down the street.
Fragrances so sweet.
White cobblestones line the way.
Here is where I want to stay.
Away from the madding crowd.
A place where I can be proud
To call my new home.
I don’t need a phone.
All I need is a soft bed
To lay down my weary head.
Fishermen’s cries will wake me
To start my day by the sea.
Tall windows to let in the day.
The sun rises and shoots its ray.
I watch people saunter by,
Peek into windows so high.
I’m as happy as I can be
To let the world come home to me.
Music can soothe the soul.
Life can takes its hard toll.
You need time to roam.
Far away from home.
Listen to the music of the road.
If I may be so open and bold.
Watch the bright colors unfold.
It can be gorgeous I’m told.
Some days you want to escape.
To a place far away.
Meet new people.
Leave old baggage behind.
Open the proverbial door.
See if the grass is greener.
On the other side.
Most of the time it isn’t.
A door balanced at the edge of a pier.
It might not be holding any answers.
Home might have had the answers all along.
Artist: Aimee Cozza
Tumblr: http://the9mm.tumblr.com/
In the midst of darkness
shines a house of lights.
Trudging through the snow
we can see spots of hope.
Who lives in this place?
Who shines a light for us?
A door opens in welcome.
All is right with the world.
Are you ready for bed?
We’ve made our own.
In a private park.
So far from home.
THE DEAD GAME