Thoughts of Home

Let us go someplace that’s fit for insomniacs
Someplace we can sit outside on nights like these
Gaze at the kind of night sky that never hides Orion
As the heat of the night crawls over our skin
And when daylight begins to sing its songs
We can walk barefoot in the dark red dirt
Let the sunshine massage our tired backs
And the air bring to us the scents that we miss
Let us go back to that place called home