For The Girl From Australia

 I can't find a place

To come home to in myself

Maybe one day

A while back I'm guessing

I was so overcome

That I flew away

But my body stayed

In a sort of whirling

Devastation

And I'm given platitudes or frustration or kindness

Vague or pointed

And I want to come back

I think

When you hold my hand sweet darling

When you're twirling with glee

I want to feel it within my being

And laughter

It's held down

My essence, my breath, seems stuck

And yet swirling out of control panic

And I wanted to say

Keep calling me okay?

Keep beckoning like sunbeams do

Let rainbows light up the sky

Love will lead me home to you

My lovely body, my gentle soul

Oh you have been weeping and wailing,

In silence

So bent in protection

Hovering over yourself

You've been grey shadows 

And cracked wide open

Light is beckoning

Hope is renewing

My fingers can almost touch it

I will come back to you

Frail or strong

I will come home to myself.