Sunday, January 6, 2013

Christy's house

If this world were made of patterns
If music and love were equal
They would be the branches
And I would live inside the tree
Hollowed out and shining
Every room is spacious
Polished floor and ceiling
Enveloped in mahogany
And yet so free

Light streams into the spaces
Laughter echoes from within
A life lived out in fullness
In melody and peace
Nothing artificial
Everything is sacred
Effortless is love here
A bliss that does not cease
Nor shall decrease

If music forms the branches
Then that is where I'll live
I'll settle in the leaves
And make a blanket for my rest
I'll sing of the new morning
And echo through the chambers
Then wrap my web around me
Content there in my nest
An honoured guest

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