Room to Grow

My room.
My room is my reincarnation.
My reincarnation is my room;
flowing with the freshness of a child
flowering before the rains come.
Lit by the colour of a new heart,
the bright bulbs of warmth,
the filling buds of passion and
scattered with flights of fancy.

My room.
My room is my sanctuary.
My sanctuary is my room:
Enveloped in white. Calm, cushioned
and couched in cerulean sprays.
Bolstered. A frame,
where gentleness abounds
in sounds of peaceful shores
and forests.

Somewhere, a Wolf purrs.
A lace mist is all that hangs
between me and creation.