Bathed in the dark yellow
light of now,

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

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,
again.

I am welcome
home, again.