“Home” by Tagdh Dolan

Home is a difficult
Word to find
Through lightning and thunder
A careless find

It comes in soft whispers
On cold winter nights
Through lovers’ eyes
And twinkling skylight

I thought home
Was with you
Until you took flight
Now it’s sweet nothing
A blackened skylight

My home is in moments
When anarchy stands still
Home is both fleeting
Eternal and real