I gently wove home for a child I once buried in me

Threaded the stories and memories of her gone days into a roof above her head as I wrapped her fragile soul with all the blankets mother earth could offer.

From the darkness of the night sky I covered her windows
and from the oceans waters I gently watered her reveries into fruition.

I encircled her tiny establishment with the fruits of her night dreams and the trees of her day dreams, and seeds of her thoughts.

The sun,
the moon,
and the galaxies all danced around her head.

I sway around a house I hopelessly built from the remaining embers of gone days...
As I aimlessly water reveries that i pray will come alive.