“Welcome Home” A poem by Guillaume Vincent

“Welcome Home”

I am here in the heat
Of the spring showing at our door,
In our home, that on a winter day
You and I took for nest,
Listening to a tune speaking to my heart,
Waiting for your return,
Joyful and fearful
To look into your eyes,
Caressing and holding
Your love into my chest.

My Love,
I have been visited by a very old friend,
Breaking through the door without notice
A familiar face, yet a stranger
I decided to sit, listen and look.

I saw across
The mountains and valleys,
The flow of a river
Showing me my longing.

I could feel my heart
Cracking into tears
Talking to my ears, telling me
Will you see me now?

And like the Lion’s Roar in his Kingdom, I roar back Yes!Yes! Yes!
I breath in yes, yes, yes…

Enough! Not being able to love and let in.
Enough! Destructing what never existed.
Enough! Looking outwards for what is already in.

My Love,
I need your support, to gently,
Like on the day of a baby’s first steps,
Hold my hand tight into yours.
Walk with me the cradle road
Along the old river of our dreams

And tell me again, and again, and again

That it is safe to stand alone,
To show my real face
With my mouth wide open,
My teeth sharp and shiny,
My hair full and long,
My tail measuring and drumming
My footsteps on the sand

And like the Lion’s Roar in his kingdom, I roar back Yes! Yes! Yes!
I breath in yes, yes, yes…

As I doubt in you myself,
I cannot help, but to say again,
Hold my hand tight into yours
Walk with me the cradle road.
Take your time and please help me come home.

Thank you for being here,
I simply did not know
That through you, I find me.

Guillaume Vincent

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