Sestina 1
(my first attempt)

How can one feel away from home
When home is never far away
Responding to the touch and taste
There is no here on which to hold
No tent to fold if there's no fear
To know oneself the best desire

Just to the measure I desire
The furniture within my home
I build a prison to my fear
And I will never get away
Accretions over time take hold
Paling palettes of my true taste

The appetites are primed to taste
The satisfaction of desire
Tyrant impulses take hold
And make the waking thoughts a home
Focus diffuse the mind away
And creeping doubt the font of fear

The greater mass are slaves to fear
And freedom neither touch nor taste
For from themselves they're kept away
Blind, base, grasping lowest desire
Fires the lights of every home
And gives the fears a hand to hold

Sweet solace which was kept in hold
And led the way to face the fears
Though fed from source so far from home
Whosed lips I neither touch nor taste
Delicious torture my desire
Forever kept a world away

Awakened now and I'm away
Will have no reason here to hold
Onto circumstance-dealt desire
Which feeds the fires of my fear
And leaves me naught but Grace to taste
Where each footfall will find a home

Desire will hold the hand of fear
While faith portends a sweeter taste
A way is made away from home.