Your home
You offered me a glimpse of paradise,
and I was struck with wonder, awe and worship
of a perfectly ideal place to live,
with hanging gardens on the roof
and close to nature, although still in town,
with space and air to breathe
and freedom without limits
with no ghosts in any cupboard,
no hangovers, nothing dark,
just openness and friendliness;
and such a home you offered me.
How could I possibly accept?
I had to leave too early the next day,
and any intimate engagement
would just have exacerbated the departure.
But we are still here in lasting friendship,
and your home remains for the next time;
and until then we can continue
building our relationship on firmer ground
to next time celebrate it thoroughly.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
Read 436 times
Written on 2009-04-26 at 11:09
Save as a bookmark (requires login) Write a comment (requires login) Send as email (requires login) Print text
|
Purple Phoenix |
