Oh my, do my eyes deceive me?
Are the corridors of my life shining with the brilliance of radiant rays through stained glass?
Are those luscious vines that wind along the walls of my life now blossoming with cherry pink flowers?
The old stone sure does shine like newly polished mirrors.
The home I have built, and the walls I have put up to keep myself safe have now welcomed in another.
No, they've welcomed in many now.
Is this a family?
Can I call all of you home?
Or is this just an illusion?
Will those radiant rays be once again covered by clouds?
Will those flowers disappear once more when the weather gets cold?
Will this house of mine grow bigger with more walls?
Tell me,
Will you be the one to build this house into its forever summer beauty?
Or,
Will you be the one to bring an even darker, colder, winter?
And when that winter comes will I finally succumb to the cold and freeze?
Please be gentle with this house of mine.
I'm not so sure it can handle losing another person it calls home.
