Warmth

No matter where I journey 
In the land of thoughts 
I always come back to you. 

Thinking of you is like 
Returning home 
On a freezing winter’s day. 

When the world outside 
Is cold and forbidding, 
Memories of you 
Are warm and inviting. 

They are the hot cocoa 
And burning fire 
That restore feeling 
To my fingertips and toes, 
And make my face glow. 

They are the soft blanket 
That envelops me, 
Wraps me in a hug, 
Keeps me snug, 
Safe, content.