No Place Like It

 

Make a home of me
Lay your head where my heart beats
See that arrhythmia in its bounce
It does that whenever we meet
And it slows in the seconds
That it takes you to call me back
It feels like a longer winter
Is that the only season I attract?
My forest withers and freezes
Under the cold wind’s absent reply
My hovel is an empty place
In the quiet moments that pass by
So I strike my flint against the gloom
Should the explorer choose to return
To the warmth of my fire
It’s his kindling I would like to burn