Guide Your Soul Home

I hope your life is,
as mine,
a series of folding
in every direction,
until you can finally unfold for me.
And we will be a road map for each other;
we will guide our souls home.

Worries Over Water

Sometimes
in the middle of a storm,
I get lost in the cool water of your eyes.
It puts out the flames inside mine.
Sometimes
I hear your waves calling to me;
whispering me home.
Sometimes
I sail away.

Demons.

We all fight demons every night.
But if you squint your eyes,
the street lights look like dozens of them going home.
Let them.