Home

 

  "Where is Home?", she asks.

"Wherever I stand", I Whispered. 

"How is that?", she asks.

"It has never been found,

It has never been offered,

It has never been given,  

SO, I made it within!" 

"How does it look?"

"As seen in my Souls Eye." 

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"What does it smell like?"

"The scent of Love." 

"What color?"

"Reflects the Mood of My Soul." 

"How can I share".

"Step inside is all you have to do.

The door is open.

There are no Locks.

You are always Welcome."

 "Where is it?"

"Standing before you."

"Enter!" 

©  Jack Brady 2016