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Finally at Home I'll Be
When a heart leaves a current place
It belongs where it has landed.
Meant to grow more and embrace
What this life has expanded.
Times may come and then they go,
But they’ll never be forgotten.
Just like the rushing river will ever flow
The case in point begotten.
And when that new horizon changes
The scenery also becomes anew.
The book adapts with new pages
A wider road is pushing through.
These things are never meant for some,
Others just can’t see afar.
I was meant to fly and succumb
To another’s waiting heart.
And when I soar on those wings of purpose
I am guided by my destiny.
There are gambols and larks on the surface
And each I clearly see.
But when I arrive in your land,
Your window is the first I see.
Your wish is my command.
And finally at home I’ll be.
© 2014 Deb Hirt