I’ve been locked out
No password
Perpetually orbiting
Flirted with
But never embraced
And I need a fix
Of that tender drug
Nothing too rock’n’roll
But just a touch mystical
To feel those boundaries
Give a hint they might dissolve

There’s an ache in me
That suggests these walls
Could come down
Or that they aren’t really real
If I but knew the way to feel

So the search for meaning, for me
Has probably always been
The search for context
For the place where I can be
Whoever I am or turn out to be

And if I can’t come home yet
Can I, can we
Take this life, this place
And build a home from home
A hearth whose warmth is legend
An outpost on earth of the mind of heaven?

Copyright A J Phillips 2015