HOUSE-POET ~

Open your eyes to the waking world, only to find that all that unfurled was a delightful dream –

a fragrant illusion, a joyful sensation, a moment of elation, pure imagination… A scented mirage, a drifting haze, a tender shiver, a moment ablaze…

Yet, as swiftly as it arrived, it sparkles and glows, leaving traces of joy wherever it goes. The silken fantasy, so fluid and grand, slips through like treasure, like grains of sand.

That wondrous vision, so smooth, so bright, dances away like laughter into the night.

Treasured remnants – a joyful grin, a well of smiles, a sprinkle within!