Thursday, April 19, 2012

Rightly Worshipped

Wherever they are
Is my home
They are my beloveds
Without them I would be alone
Amongst my kind, in a crowd
They are kin of my heart
In the miasma of life I would drown
Without their company
They are my friends
My companions
When I sleep in their arms
I am covered in a shroud
Of their love

(For my Mischa, Simone, Katya, Sophia, Natasha, and Anton)