the mist hangs low

the mist hangs low
     over the valley
my heart hangs heavy
     in my chest
I look to the skies
     for some brightness 
I reach for your arms
     for some warmth
the mist hangs low
     over the valley
my heart hangs heavy
     in my chest

true home

home
was a word
that tore
at me
when you
were there
and we
were here

my home with them
incomplete
without you
my heart
stretched
between two homes
my love
my family
an ache
in the gap

since you came
I am whole
my pieces
no longer asunder
my home is one home
a true home
our home
where you are
where they are
where we are
together

home

in my lonely house
empty of life for now
I sit and ponder ‘home’

these four walls
don’t feel like home
for you are not here
but my chicks
not yet fledged
still rest in this nest

so I am torn
home is where the heart is
they say
my heart is both here
and there

the time will come
when home and heart
will be as one

Ahh, Home
Let me come Home
Home is wherever I’m with you

I know I posted that song before, but it’s appropriate, and this is a different video

this love is

this love is more
so much more
than just mere puff
of romantic words
written lazily without
substance and reality

this love is made
of heart and soul
with solidity and
practicality
interwoven
through every thread

this love is full
of truth and hope
no empty promises
or made up dreams
but warm sincerity
and unfeigned care

this love is shown
with actions that match
the spoken words
with efforts of will
demonstrating
the feeling clearly

this love is new
and turns the past
to dusty memoirs
as trust is built
and honesty burns
like a cosy winter fire

this love is returned
in full measure
hearts given fully
and given back in turn
beating raw hurting hearts
not empty pretty shells

this love is standing
through tests and trials
becoming a triumph
lessons learned
from past mistakes
future brightly beckoning

this love is REAL