i was swept by the graces of this earth like a gypsy queen. connecting lines on maps but not caring where they led, as long as i found you there waiting. home took a new meaning, and we flew away with it as it nestled into our bones. and each day was a new beginning, catching us in it’s wake and pulling us out to sea. i found my soul there in your eyes, staring me dead in the face and i knew from then on, you were my northern star, a token of home where ever i stood.
