A room outside

A room outside short poem

A room outside the complex weary mind that ravels to its tether
A secret domain that is free of memories and condition forever
A simple space with which to design without weight or measure
A lasting perfume of such smells that radiate pure pleasure
A flock of birds of all colours fly around me and gather
A time as short or long that winter may come never
A sky so blue that the earth’s food grows quicker
A waterfall surrounded by flowers floating into a quiet ancient river
A notion of a great mountain in the distance that shines purple when the sun grows dimmer
A little mouse in my pocket will talk to me and flies upon a swan’s feather
A huge pink moon rises as I make a fire then me and my mouse eat marshmallows for our dinner
A shooting star blazes across the night sky and I make a wish that we were still together

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