welcome
large or small,
simple yet extraordinary.
Words drawn from serendipitous streams,
between torn, browning pages, and lives
present and past.
Vignettes of love, barren keyholes,
and a luscinia whose song continues to echo
down from the luminescent milky way.
My loft is a mansion
with rooms, and libraries with fairy tales and bobbins.
Simple things
complicated things
yet lovely all the same.
I hand you the key, and invite you to peer through
my blue looking glass.
A jar of fireflies will light your way.
Bite into a ginger-rose macaroon,
take your fragrant tea with you,
and enjoy your stay...