Home is where we begin to heal
Life is a strait jacket
I wish I could just take off this vest
Because home is the place
A comely angel makes her homely, nest.

Home is where we trust our eyes
And shut the window
On our stray-cat outside thoughts
Home is the place we don’t go prowling
For a saucer of congealed milk
Or another’s rheumatic; touch of silk.

Home is a rainbow, can’t you understand
There’s a poisoned inkwell in my head
Running dry writing letters to a life outside
These four walls I wish were dead.
Home is an island on a weekend honeymoon…
It’s a gypsum palace somewhere in paradise.

Home is where we begin to heal
And take off that life’s strait jacket!
Home is a rainbow you can’t distrust
Home is where we all must trust our eyes.

Mark Heathcote

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/home-is-where-we-trust-our-eyes/