Come Home

Time is flying
Carrying my hopes
Heavy on its shoulders
Burdened down by the gravity
Of thoughts and times
And words that rhyme
With love.

Drive a spear thorough
Through my heart
And scrutinize the blood
That drips to find
Your name smeared
With your fingertips
Burried in my soul.

Craving,clawing
Pulling,drawing
Myself to the well
That used to sate me
But now it hates me
A river pure now
Gone foul.

Hurry and shuffle
Through the papers
Lest the wind
Carries it away
Copy down what
Is written and
Can never be written
Down.

If you find it
Dont mind it
Just tuck it
In your bosom
And come home...