…and, you dwell at the day’s end. Sheathed.
Unwind by the home feel, you canvas words,
Of old and new. From; gone to begotten,
Done to to do, known to known not. Hunting.
Walking into every room, seeping memories,
Seeking… girthed senses to unleash. Freedom.
Of chambers closed you stand in front of.
Heart of doors many. Mind of a flower. Beauty.
…and you bloom your house gate open to
chatter and laughter of the external few.
To watch and compare the riches of love. Envy.
To shut all doors closed to discharge your reasons.
Ready, Aim, Fire!
The hunt
© Copyright: Fern, 2008
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