Home by Asher Harris
Summer days, tender as woven silk
Fountains and bare feet, castles of brittle stone
Blankets of golden grass sing to the clouds
Floating in the sky.
Spirit eyes... shifting sands
Speak to me, pour through my hands.
Wander nowhere, never sink
Hunted by the sunset wind
Night pools into breathless trees
Clothed in rippling shadow.
Climb over the misty cliffs and fall
Into boiling fog.
Remember, remember.
Always with you.