I'm drawn by the spirits
Of long-ago souls
To stairwells that spiral
Through claustraphobic holes
A labyrinth of passageways
Constantly wind
And twist between spaces
Like rooms in my mind.
Childlike, I wander
Through oaken expanse
As a myriad of shadows
Perform their night dance
Formidable windows
Brocaded with gold
Wrap ever tightly
Their secrets untold.
So many hollows
And places I find,
Mystic, majestic
Great rooms in my mind.
Fragrant with lavender
Walls ochre and green
I'm beckoned still further
By forces unseen.
Tonight, when I'm sleeping
I hope again to find
Mysterious, magnificent
Old rooms in my mind.
Well done. the mind is a world of its own. I love the flow of this poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice handling of an interesting metaphor. Thanks.