Life’s Little Misdirections 🥀🦋

Your Halls

Your Halls

In your walls, I have bled,
Imagined vistas, without seamless glass.
No doors in these caves lead out;
though I've seen the bright sun shone
in my dull eyes, unable to grasp
meaning. I am tender to its heat.

In your halls, once I was naively led
by your haloed lovelies, without arms
lifted me up from the dead. Propped
in your garden for all to view,
visualized in my secluded hell how to
dream like you with foot-damped dew.

By nightfall I was entombed again,
wondering if I have ever been. Why
does your plaster bind me within?
Morning is eternal to the deities
I remotely witness. Fruit placed at
their bathed feet, an aroma sweet.

In your halls, I no longer greet lonely
faces like mine. My chamber, my tomb
forever I'll be, sprouting love like vines
on the corridor endlessly, knowing this
can be my heaven. I need not share
this inner sanctum as your undelivered.


For:
"The Soundtrack of Your Life" 

No offense, or don't take this the wrong way?
We've all been judged by lesser fools.