Poetry and a not so poet

I want my own home. 

White crisp sheets on my bed with a hint of canary yellow in the embroidery of the pillows. 

Flyaway Blue walls and wide open windows. 

Cold wood floors that sing as I move along their panels. 

I open my eyes and the sunlight rushes in;

Into all the darkness of my past.

'I am light and light I shall remain'

'I am light and light I shall remain'

There it sits, peaceful and still

Four porcelain legs holding all my weight as I sink 

Into a blanket of sudsy water.

Lavender and Chamomile trace over my senses 

My resting place

Where joy and love abound

This is my home.