The quiet puttering of your soul,
Pulled me in as the rain does on quiet nights,
All I knew was the stadium crowd,
The roar of cheering on bended knee,
Freedom was supposed to be in the company of trees,
Cold water whispering to the shore,
I didn't know that fluttering hearts would take me there,
Where fire hearth hearts, favored me,
When hands gripped me tenderly,
And words like billows would caress me,
Beg me to open doors,
Lift gates,
Invite company in for a cup of tea,
Those walls were guarded as in centuries had passed,
And you passed through as easy as a friend,
Like you had tea there since they where built,
Like you laid the first stone in tender care,
And came back to ensure it still bare,
That moss did not take it,
That the dirt had not eroded away,
As though you where it's maker,
And I found love there,
As one does in a loving home,
Like a warm cup of tea,
Sipped carefully...