When I was a teenager, I never knew you would live here
but when we were in our twenties, your storm blew in,
knocking down my castle walls, breaking through
every excuse, with your white robes and gold glistening
stars trailing behind you. But it was your tenderness really,
that inspired me to open my doors, the corridors
swept clean, pulling back the curtains to receive
your light, my bricks able to breathe and produce
the foundation I needed. Quite simply
you loved me, and I think you will always
live here, in the farthest corners
the deepest parts
of my soul.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”