homesick for everywhere

Deepest ache of our soul
Brightest catch of stars,
The reason I am homesick for everywhere.
The roaring quake of our fear-
Fear built of awe- and too much goodness to fit;
Burst through crafted cardboard boxes
and name-tags we've put on.
Bring the shining of morning mists,
The comfort of fire in the winter snows.
Use the notes that grab the words
from our gut,
and rip and toss-
the ones that make us see the world different.
Those notes that move our love,
Form the insides and define beauty to our eye.
The moments that contradict, the movings with no explanation.
The fairy dust our feet float on
Clouds that grow above our nature
The truth that rests outside our words
Gathers in the precision that remains indescribable......

and falls from the heavens like the grace we call snow.
Left to lie, for all to decide.