back again

i dream of an untouched past
my childhood
how hasty it wanted to amble by
i miss the boney house and warm fireplace
eighteen brief winters
found me envisioning impending wants
where composed candles cast choreographed light
on lemon walls and polished wood
the smell is fragrant and familiar
i yearn for the delicate hands
to crisscross dance through my hair again
for a deep voice to sing of
sad rivers and lost love
while shy caring eyes
speak a language all their own
and if only
once more
i could slide back the smudged glass
and enter a realm
an oasis of lessons learned
where the flowers drink tears
spiders construct universes

and feline gods rove and rule