Hello?

this is the little voice
that
reads the books

that
calls you:

“Home.”

that dreams you
clawing
at every edge
of the universe
for more

and returns to you
from everywhere
and everything
and always

and returns to you
from nowhere
and nothing
and never

and returns you to
here
and this
and now

and that sings
to rest
your weary mind
with poems writ
by sea and sky
as the waning light
claws back at you
through bruised clouds

this is that little voice

the one
that spoke of
love
long before
the starstruck dark
ever learned to shine

this is I

the song that sings itself

this is life

welcoming home

my every waning light

this is I

from the place beyond goodbye

dreaming you.