I’ve Not Been In Here

God forgive me I do not

believe I have been here.

The paint is so unfamiliar

though I’ve seen it for years.

---

The bed it is elevated high

off of the floor that I crawl

across the carpet my feet

do not touch ground at all.

---

The light that I’ve read to

is a different color since I

last saw you around in here.

God please take these eyes.

---

Softer is the air in the room

that I read your musings in.

I am changed forever by the

gentle words I found in them.

---

You are a figment I imagine

you as you write words gazing

at your creation before you

finish to make things amazing.

---

What is this tapestry of gold

that grabs to take such control

of my desire for stories told

in what you bring for my soul.

---

Turning chapter to chapter

inside there comes laughter

covering all my little disasters

making me happily ever after.

---

Nothing is as it is usually now

since when first I figured how

your elegant dialogue shrouds

torrential rain in dark clouds.

---

I can feel your eyes no disguise

you could ever make could hide

the weeping sun you can provide

to the darkest corner you supply.

---

God forgive me I do not

believe I have been in here.

The darkness it disappears

after being here for years.