COMFORT OF HOME

COMFORT OF HOME

By the fireside we will eye each other again like the first time
And sit engulfed in our coffee and our private dreams.

And it won’t seem like a lifetime of touching and embracing,

Only like the comfort of home on a cold night in the city
With a well acquainted stranger.

You make it seem so easy, when the times are hard and wild.
You shelter me with your loving arms
Like a parent protects a frightened child.

After a day of the world and its nonsense,
We lie by the fire and breathe in the scent
Of the potpourri in the hall, sweet as peppermint.

No matter what stones the world has thrown,
I know I have you and the comforts of home.
The pillows, the music, the glow of the TV
All bring a sweet reassurance to me.

And all the miracles of this life are mine,
The blessings like light in the darkness they shine,
The loaves and the fishes, the water to wine.

By the bedside, we will eye each other again like the first time,
That still same glimmer and spark in our eyes.

And it won’t seem like a lifetime of the feel of your flesh.

Only like the comfort of home on a warm night in the country
With a well acquainted lover.

-Bruce Potts
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