Soon and very soon this quiet patch will come to an end
the waves of peace- reaches will cease to search for and console me.
No one will say “this too will pass” because it will have.
With a sunny disposition I have done the once impossible.
I have traveled through nine states in nine weeks, practicing Russian or listening to books.
Quality time with myself has become something necessary — no longer does the fear of rejection cross my way — I ache to be alone after while.
But when you come home
come on home
because in this whole wide world there is no one else that can give me as much peace and quiet quality space.
I have looked for your coming with wild wanton eyes — my eyes have looked for none but you.
When you come back home
Come on here back home
I will welcome you back to the land of peace.
May home to you be the new Dead Sea.