I come from the spirit of two young hearts, new to the concept of life
What all that meant
What it all could mean
There is no place strange to a soul conceived on the shore
In her first car
Her first time
Their last moment of strange
Unfamiliar lands inviting them to themselves
Together
For then
Forever
The fire that bore me
From the air
Signs
Pointing in so many directions
They chose Love
Where everywhere is home
For then
Forever
I come from their hearts
The flame they kindled with their hopes
Dreams of a life
That looked nothing like me
Here I stand in the land that their hearts designed
Hands outstretched to catch the rays of light they left behind
Home is where the heart is
I was conceived on the shores of the Clearwater Beach
Then carried up the coast to be delivered in Philly
Where I took my first breath and first steps
I found myself on the countryside of West Atco
Sitting in fields of dandelions, looking for ghosts
The wind at my back and under my feet
Plucking flowers and chasing tumbleweeds
My first best friend was a spider
With no name
Most folks call them Daddy Long Legs
Learned that long johns were called thermals
In the city, more troubles
Wondered why Momma wanted to move in the first place
Learned what it was like to not feel at home
For the first time
In the city where I was born
Found my soul mates in the same space
I could say I was partly raised
Partly crave the countryside some days
Most days feel like I’m getting by on a high tide
Praying the waves don’t crash too soon
Too cool
In the city
Everybody too cool
Quite frankly
WIth them fast cars and them stereos
I used to sleep like a baby in the stillness of the night
Now silence causes me plight
It’s heavy and don’t feel right
In the space where there ain’t nothing but lights
And sounds
When rest is needed
But stirring is abundant
There still ain’t enough to go around
For anyone
Ain’t no love
But I live in the heart
In the chamber, ready to discharge
With the wind beneath my wings
Soaked with soot and spit
Carrying my heart in a vice grip
Too cool in the city
So I set sights on the shore
My heart and spirit feel full
The sands dance at the sight of my feet
Bury my heart at home
In the sea
Where there is no stranger
Just friends who have yet to meet
Unfamiliar lands inviting them to themselves
Together
For then
Forever
The fire that bore me
From the air
That carries me, pushes me to the edge
A fairy on a ferry
Headed for the horizon
Drink the tide she ride in
On my feet
At the bottom of the sea
That bore the spirit that bore me
Home is nowhere and everywhere in between
To a soul like me
Home is sitting in fields of dandelions, looking for ghosts
The wind at my back and under my feet
Plucking flowers and chasing tumbleweeds
Walking through Beirut on a summer day
Cars whipping by with catcallers twice my age
Learning to be too cool
Just to make it through the haze
Smoke breeds more smoke
Too much air to tame the flame
Ignited and displaced
Internalized rage
Sitting in the heart of the city
Waiting in the chamber
Don’t want no smoke
Feeling the fire
What’s home with no mother?
What’s home with no father?
Unfamiliar lands inviting me to call them home
No place will do
But the shores that they came to
There’s no place like home
There’s no place like home
There’s no place like home
Everywhere and nowhere and all in between