HAVEN

Memory in itself can do you no justice
If in yourself you were not magical and sublime,
Your construct pens love from multiple sources
Making you an incomparable haven.

In one instance, you echo happiness 
Yet in another, you absorb tears 
For five senses were brought to life
Solely to do your bidding

The lonely heart and the diseased being
Network across great distances
To embrace your entirety 
To be swooned by your spell

But the teenager in his naivety,
The aged in nights of feebleness 
Long desperately to free the spirit
And equate bliss with your release.

For nature has birthed but a fortunate few
Whose solemn rhythm crawl at your mercy
And though your magic seems burdensome, 
The snail, the turtle, and the distant soul
All seek refuge in a place called home.

Copyright©2013 by Camille Caliscia Patrick