My Lights Poem by Jordan Josephson

This is the place that I love the best,  
A bit of brown skin hands strong and tough,
Hid among the see of faces and voices 

The tenderest light that ever was seen 
Sifts through the eys of golden honey 
Sifts and quivers, and flits and falls  on me.

All through June the west wind free 
The breath of love brings to me. 
All through the languid September day 

This is the place that I love best,
In the sweetest chamber under a roof 
I sink to breath when the day is gone;  

Better than treasures brought from Rome,  
Are the living pictures my mind conjures for me
Trees, and fields, butterflies and clouds, home!  

I get but sounds and odors sweet. 
Who can wonder I love to stay,  
In this place that I love best....Home!