I welcome you to my humble consciousness,
The inner thinking of the naive human machine.
Programmed to be a shelter upon the depth of your fears,
And ease the pain as you release those sorrowful tears.
Let not your burden of current keep you stagnant,
But release thy dead weight upon my ears,
And blanket yourself with my hospitality.
I shall take you away from the scars of inner hurts,
And comfort you with my shoulder to rest,
While offer you part of the morning calm.
I shall give you my fountain,
And the sound of a piano,
Or the iPod with your favorite music for this occasion.
I shall pick up a watermelon I left on the river to keep cool,
Strawberry from the garden,
Grapes from the vines,
And apples from the orchid.
In the mist of the picnic table,
As the sunlight glare upon your smile.
Let the lake soothe you,
In the mist of forest,
While birds soar upon the sky.
No one will disturb you,
I will guard this garden,
And you may stay as long as you like.
I call this my home,
Hidden in my mind,
And only you are invited.
Home is where your heart is they say, but let me tell you home is where ever you want it to be. It is not a place, it doesn't have to have four walls and a roof, but it's where you can feel at ease. Let me show you, and take you to that place, because imagery is far more real than reality.
