I was a wayward wanderer

A wisp of the wind

Until an aeon ago

In a forest of flaming fireflies

The skin of my soul

Brushed against the beauty

Of yours

And you were

Sweeter than my solitude

Deeper than my dark

Warmer than my wistful sighs

Shinier than my stars....

You felt like home

And I just stayed.

© Manic Sylph 2016