This one is very rough; it just came to me now while on a walk.
Home
'Home' is a word we repeat to ourselves,
a mantra to guide our ways;
I don't know if we know what it means --
it's just this thing we say.
But somewhere in the darkness of night
a vision of home under pale moonlight
beckons and coaxes and sways;
I want to go to this myth we call 'home'
and live there the rest of my days.
