Within each of us we have, that single place, that safest place.

Secure in Heart, body guarded. The keep, the tower; The inner sanctum.

For some it is a simple thing; a place, a space,

Or soft memories of sweet bliss; the loving embrace of a mother’s arms,

The strong arms of our father, the secret place for our closest friends;

The teddy always waiting inside our bed.

We all have it, our rest, or recluse, but ‘tis not always so simple;

It need not be a place, a person a simple thing;

An artist finds it in a loving stroke, losing herself within the swirl of colors.

A poet resides within flowing cant, fortifying reality with majestic dreamscapes,

The pianist’s tinkling notes, softly caressing our inner delights,

Each man has his harbor, every woman her ivory tower,

A child, their haven and even the animals have their dens.

Plain and simple, deep and complex; they have their homes.

Only one must seek further, plumbing the expanse of the world;

Singly, the lover must quest to find his home.

The all consuming hunt to find the one to be his shelter, his stronghold;

That exclusive one with whom his heart will resonate.

It is for that one I have sought, and it is who I have found;

With her, my heart is safe. With her, my smile may flourish.

And only with her, do I find the simple security of innocent laughter,

The fathomless safety in a simple touch, a simple smile.

Only with her am I truly home.