Sing Me Home

Sing me home.

I hear your voice

Soft and faint.

Urging me

Guiding me.

I know you wait

Patiently.

I may climb

I may crawl

I may fly.

I may never grasp the reasons why.

But in the souls journey,

There is not a clock.

Time does not exist.

What feels like an eternity

In the inborn need

To unite

May be just

A blink

Of the eye

To the

Flesh and Bone.