Homeward

It's nights like this that hold a charm for me.

Quiet and serenity.

Folk music streams with sleepy eyed schemes.

Starry hearts, louder heart in harmony.

Homeward bound.

Waiting for the winter.

The soft gentle winters.

Summer is strong now.

And my dreams dangle in the ceiling fan.

I am homeward bound.

Strumming on a six string is where I am to be.

Emptiness and harmony, I am homeward bound.