Soothing Warmth

And when the shadows too hunt him, along with his vicious nightmares,

All he yearns for is the soothing warmth of his mother's bosom,

To take him away from the monsters of the world,

The grotesque reality and the phantasmagorical gore.

The scent emanating from her vicinity -

The scent of home lulled him into a craved deep sleep,

As though he has not given in to those tranquil confines for ages.

And there might not really be many definite things in his world, but he knows one thing,

And that's for sure - the unconditional love that his mother personifies.

In the dusty winds of the world, he walks, amidst all tempests and avalanches,

Only to be able to find a way home someday, 

Back into his mother's arms, soaking all the affection, 

Giving in to that paramount sense of security once again.

Some day when the world stands against him, call him craven, call him a coward,

He would only want to rush into those dainty arms, 

And perhaps stay there forever, basking in the soothing warmth of his mother's bosom,

His only home in the world.