The corner of the room

The corner if the room
The writing table
A cloud of imagination hovers
Cast over the halo of the desk lamp
The journal lay open
Calling upon the atmospheres
From the ambiance set
The genesis of dreams waiting to be plucked
Like a swarm of butterflies
Hopes waiting to be painted
Wishes waiting to be told
a corner if the room
The helm of an imagination
An empty chair
Headrest faded with miles of pondering thoughts
Armrests look like bridges
Leading back to the sanded surface
Of the pine
Treasures channeled , and a river if ink inside the pen
An ocean of odes already poured
And more just over the horizon.
The corner if the room
A passage to a universe
Were love perseveres
And nature has a voice
Emotions are teleported
From soul to soul
Hearts are won over
And some of them hurt
From the corner if the room
On the face if the writing table
Another moment lays in wait ....