Analysis of Home by me.

In the romance of breezes.
Numerous household stories.
With binding lights making it tempting,
More than ever.
I cave towards the nearest tree.
To relieve that lost spark.
That lost breath.
The most stirring touch.
A kiss that doesn't speak of loss.

I sit in it's wilderness.
Admiring the world in bitterness.
And safe in shade to feel.
Waiting for the breeze to be louder.
So that I can finally hear.
The crowd living eternally in me.