Places Are Not Home <br />Anywhere that ewe are at, the Place that ewe could be. <br />A House in Galveston, a canyon of the mind. <br />Lost songs echo shouting backward into time. <br />Anywhere that love is at is the place I want to be. <br />Anywhere that love is at is where ewe are to be. <br />Love like mine hardly ever happens, <br />sandstone castles ripple into time, <br />echo in the mines of all the gold. <br />We learn to do what we are told. <br />Confusion slipped away from me. <br />I learn to have my want. <br />The Ghost has come to haunt, <br />the places I have seen, but then, <br />He has never seen ewe yet. <br />Gold and golden salty corn. <br />A place to live and love beside the sea. <br />A woman fashioned from her love.<br /><br />Charles Hice<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/places-are-not-home/
