Golden flecks through the cracks
Wooden slats start to pass
The wheat piles in stacks
The air stills till last
Fields whistles in anticipation
They look towards the past
Rustling shifts to patience
Birds dressed as snakes listen
A spark of magic is waitin’
Gold transforms to wetness; starts a tension
The snakes swim to their nest
Their homes fills with aggression
Their patience is tested
Make their match a lesson
They are left beheaded
A spell breaks the jest
So we can all rest
Your frame is found on the tiles of ceramist through time
You don't care
That you intrude and intrigue past your vessel
That you might be the reborn of those who have passed
Because How would you make it to a bathroom
Your form so small
You are not fast like a spider,
Nor quick as a fly
You are slow
Slow and unbelonging in this home
In this Life, though that may be cruel of me
But you don't care, you move Inch by Inch
Perhaps you've transcended outside and in
That you just popped into existence
And history and knowledge is transcending into you
That if you cry, stars might fall out of them
Or possibly this is not the first bathroom you have seen
That you visit people in the most intimate place, through time and space
At their most intimate moments
To just watch, to distract past pain
To study, I’m not sure
In my mind, you have been shifted and mangled
Evolved past our first meeting,
A false version, an obsession
I close my eyes and enlargen you past the universe
You become translucent with the sky
To be something that you are not
But to become that you are
Take me home
To the windy castle
Air whistles past
Take me home
The chainmail rattling
The shine blinding
Take me home
to the hard bed
where the silence is led
Take me home
The castle kitchen
Oh the rolls they be cookin’
Take me home
I miss my mama
I miss her laughter
I hope to meet
The younger me that wondered