NaPoWriMo 4

My home,
The place I rest,
My refuge, my escape,
My heart, my dreams, will always be
With you.

NaPoWriMo 5

The sun is swiftly setting;
Soon the night will fall.
There's no way of forgetting
The sun is swiftly setting.
My trembling hands are letting
Notes drop while winds squall.
The sun is swiftly setting;
Soon the night will fall.

NaPoWriMo 6, with apologies to James Joyce

I hear an army charging upon the land,
And the thunder of horses plunging, foam about their knees,
Determined, in red vestments, behind them stand,
With coaxing words and kindly eyes, the charioteers.

They whisper at dawn their message of peace.
I rise from sleep and put the kettle on,
And try to rouse you from the duvet's crease:
"Awake! Awake! Breakfast, and then we may begin."

They come singing in warnin their freedom-song,
They come out of the sea and skip smiling on the shore.
My heart, have you not yearned thus to belong?
My love, my love, my love, why don't we join with them now?