In your tiny room, of paper flowered blue
with stains – brown rains the wall
a picture of light shining, eyes golden through
watched over, long nights – of dreams and moon
a restless ghost will follow
leave you deeply hollow
in your home
Morning ferns, no words to speak aloud
no language, only fragrant mossy earth
Oxalis a blanket, the hour blooms white
with lilies of perfection
dreams linger real
and never forget