It is a good thing
to have words
melted at the sunset.
Beyond sense,
sybaritic,
suspect of magic
but not leisured,
kept close and
hidden
from the world.
It is a good thing
to have portraits of gold
burned at sunrise.
People will not understand,
they will not understand this.
It was produced
from the depths
of the mind.
A place I do ponder often.
That is not home.
© 2015 Parker Jennings