Come Home

Yet another of the 11.

Come home and walk into the heart of peace,
Come home, my treasure.
Come feel the self flow in pure sensation,
Feel this huge passion, this small breath,
The everlasting fulfillment,
Held in our keepings, even apart.
Seize me now, for every scheduled hour,
Seems to fade so quickly.
To take you I go deeper into darkness,
To take you I must take myself to judgement,
The simple act of the confused will.
We know no lack, no lack of distance.
Come home, my yeoman,
Come home to my love,
My love.