The walls were square with paisley
paper peeled and weathering
upon my dream foundation
One female voice behind them
hiding in her past life love
between the spaces of the
house frames maze of two by four
grumbling lumber
She sang Sirenian song sounds
as crystalline clear as a chandelier,
rainbow filtered A capella notes
ascending in crescendo
without real rational meaning,
all vibrational feeling,
so that I was overcome
with draining ache pouring
from my mantle core
and darkness flew to Kathmandu
on that diaphanous air of chiffon night

Written by Sara Fielder © Dec 2015