Homecoming

Whilst unpacking

My Gucci bag

So I can repack

And leave for London

I find 

A secret zipper 

With six month old

Cigars

And rolling papers

And a gently pressed map

And Dr Dre beats instructions 

On how to listen

And then the memory

Of you 

Bent over

And discovering the secret fold

Flickers through my mind

Like sunlight

Lighting the sea

And the light of your star shines 

Like a footprint

On my soul

Allowing your voice

To awaken me

Within this dream

And when I think about you

After all this time

I now know

Why I fell for you

You see

You looked so much like an angel

That entering your world 

Was like

Coming home

To myself

And when our laughter

Wove together

It was the work of a god

Restitching

Broken wings

And now

Reawakened

I wonder

Why fallen angels

Don't dream their way

Back home

To heaven

And why they stay

In a world unravelled

And I also wonder

If the dream is within

And the nightmare without

And if the dreamer 

Must dream on

Even after all the other dreamers have gone 

Because their story is still untold

And because it takes time 

To gather the angels 

From their lover's arms

For each homecoming party

Author's Note

Hey, this is a poem for anyone who has ever felt uncomfortable living in physical form.