Home, Again.

Bathed in the dark yellow
light of now,

not quite washed–
rather, your glow shows
me where I've been

Not that good kind of slow
but slow, slow.

But if I can hear it and
if I can see your love in all these
different shades
and shadows of light,

then I know
I am welcome
home, again,

I am welcome
home, again.