I've got a home

I've got a home, I guess
Where you by your inner light trace
Your own very own, happiness,

I've built a home, true,
In your yellow, in your blue,
Where poems and prose gather like dew,

I've made a home, mate,
In your unhindered self, straight,
Where you keep dreams of awakening, late,

I've made a home, heart,
In your passages of pains and hurts,
Where you try to meet us, a few years of light apart.