Home Sweet Home


  With so many dreams and visions going round in a head what is their purpose if we have nowhere to lay the bed

Inner strength or struggle often left open like a door on a house in the winter

Walls to hold out wind, roofs abate rain our minds distract invisible pain, peace formed from within our self playing in passion not dread

Where are we most loyal to us internal or what is made of timber

Seeing my heart as a hearth helps personal warmth, envisioning my body as four walls instead

Bricks or sticks homes or hearts need strong foundations, wherever we dwell takes upkeep or life's weather will make it wither

Personal voices talk like structures hidden noises, enclosed by a hat or the roof over our head

Mental morality forms as strong as stone with it we are never alone, our mental images hang like a dusty picture

Home is where ever we make it,  can make it, not just four walls more a feeling, struggles helping to form that beautiful silhouette

Windows that let free breeze's blow through, leave many options for decay like a life without structure

Lifes threshold painted like a decorator's hallway, how we prepare something to behold, needs a light touch for what is ahead

Forming strong boundaries like erecting a castle, started as a base, feelings emotions part of the blueprint we are the architect to build our personal sculpture R.C.