finally coming home

if calmness could be bottled, i would name it as yours and claim it as mine. the sea isnt to be feared, nor the mighty waves it brings on nights when the moon becomes whole because having you is like finding an anchor so strong, specially built for the sails you wish it for, like a lighthouse, ever present no matter the distance, guiding you through the darkest of storms and heaviest of nights. like a peaceful afternoon slumber that falls on a simpleton tired from his daily labors, filled with fantasies and dreams not that far away from the beautiful reality he lives in or wishes to surround himself in. well rested, he wakes up, knowing to be yours is knowing peace. all he misses is the softness of your arms and the warmness of your body to complete his rest and mean it wholeheartedly when saying, the journey was long and tiresome but i have finally arrived home.