MY HOME

MY HOME

There are two ceilings in my home
One of blue satin streaked at times
With red, gold, purple and white
The other a black velvet dome
Studded with diamonds.

Across the ceiling move two lights
One a brilliant circle of golden fire
The other a pale silvery orb.

There are carpets of every shade and scent
Furniture with arms on which I can sit
To dream and plan and hope.
The halls are blue and foamy white
Or sometimes dusty brown or black
Pathways to help me move about.

Many souls live in my home,
Some soft and gentle
And some wild and dangerous.
They bring me joy and also sorrow
But all have a place and a meaning.

And we are all bound together by
Two ephemeral things
Life and love.