Calling Me Home
Waves rolling in,
reaching
out,
reaching
in.
Flooding The empty places
in my heart.
Washing them clean.
Filling them with life
and disire.
Time is
running.
out,
running back.
Full again.
The crests of the waves
fill my soul.
I am home.
Marrianne (written while staying at the BillowHouse November ~2011
