I’ll mark you in my book of memories
between sunfires at dawn and dusk
and meteor waves jolting the spheres
the memory of you will be a home to me
as the sunshafts after the rain are home to me
as the goosebumps from music are home to me
as feeling the last page of a book is home to me
you will be a home to me
in my book of memories
though the shades have darkened
and the pages will have faded
as the storm of the century raged
home to me, home to me
