'Welcome' says the doormat!
A few recollections from the past,
Few memories; like treasure encased in glass.
A couple of songs playing on repeat,
A couple of nostalgic melodies.
Blueprints for a few childhood dreams,
Strewn across the floorboards that creak.
An expensive carpet littered all over,
Spilled wine and crumbs from leftovers.
Walls; full of art; bathed in brilliant light,
Walls full of empty frames are but an oversight.
A fire burns at the fireplace,
Hardly driving the cold away.
A roof painted like the night sky,
Fading away as time slowly flies.
Close your eyes and imagine,
This picture I'm painting,
For you're standing in the middle my mind,
This last bastion of mine,
To stop and take a look, would you dare?