Stay

by UrbanNomad

Published January 24, 2012

Stay here, stranger
you are tired in your home
of your home
until it is home no more

rest easy-but do not sleep
the night blanket here to comfort you
remember home
as it was-

the warming fire is exhausted
still, stay here man
scatter the trailing ashes
that are left but always returned to.

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I lingered round them, under that benign sky: watched the moths fluttering among the heath and harebells, listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass, and wondered how any one could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
— Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights