Hemp stairways lead to gardens
And woven wood cracks with age.
Footsteps tread
Light and careful
And gold pours from clouds
Cages of joy bursting.
Wooden porches sway
Bend and dip in summer
Simplicity.
Wings move breaths
And silence the air:
Darkness dies
And bows to flowers
That dance and laugh
In the silent air.
Eyes ignite.
