A first floor Maisonette <br />on a busy street. <br />A terraced house <br />on a crowded corner <br />at the gas works' feet. <br />A des res in a private road <br />of dreamy blossoms <br />such a show! <br />A country estate <br />with woodland, stables <br />and impressive looking gate. <br />A cottage on a one way street <br />with trees that shaded from the heat. <br />An apartment built long ago <br />with ornate windows <br />in which leaded colours glow. <br /> <br />They are all homes <br />which at times I've lived in <br />and each has its memories <br />still dwelling deep within. <br />But grander or humble <br />there is no way to say <br />which of those places <br />was the best place to stay. <br />The happiness was never <br />contained by four walls <br />or even the gardens <br />or neighbours that called. <br /> <br />The sounds of the past <br />still echo in each <br />of playing with children's toys <br />or eating a celebration feast. <br />Of passion in bedrooms <br />and fights in the dark <br />of anxious times <br />hoping illness departs. <br />Of victories and failures <br />of external trials of life <br />carried back home <br />to share with a wife. <br /> <br />As I look around <br />this now, small humble home <br />I want to open all the windows wide <br />throw open all doors <br />and spread the homely warmth <br />that's found inside <br />as far as it will go. <br />And make the world my home <br />with a cosmic vaulted roof <br />and the stars as chandeliers <br />the walls, four corners of the earth <br />a mossy carpet for my feet <br />and Your love to welcome me <br />wherever I might find my Self <br />wherever I may just be.<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wherever-i-may-be/
