This place shall be

my new home.

Where pretty gardens

Have no stones.

Bright lights, hopeful shine

everything, tis purely devine.

~

Now I've wandered

out to far

my home is gone

but not for long.

though soon I know

I may forget.

my home might be

gone with the wind.

~

Forgotten, now lost.

I must become

the person I have ventured from.

her presence is distance

shes practically gone.

She's left me to fight

the battles she never won.

~

Tired and tried, I must return

to the one special place I have yearned.

but no longer, are the gardens alive.

the stones fill their stomachs,

and eat them inside.

All the magic is gone,

from what once I had loved.

this place was now gone, this place was now old.

this wondrous place, was no longer my home.