Flecks of colour splash across the creamy walls.

Lines, groves;
Each dip has been explored by my fingers,
Each rise touched by a million lives.

The comfort of being with people I know,
And have known
In silence                           and in laughter, in joy and in regret.
It surrounds me,
I surrender.

An overwhelming mound of passion and fire is trying to swallow me whole.
But I will not yield, I am centred.

A long strip of faded brown, a refuge for my eyes.

It’s been many years, yet I still remember,
The feeling of warmth,
The overwhelming beauty.

I turned around, and there you were;
Winding through fields of green,
Tiny specs of red and purple, markers of the fading light.
Your rich brown soil is littered with white;
Stretching into the bright blue sky.

You remind me,
Of why I found this love,
Of how it became my own.

A long, winding strip of brown,

A pathway,

You lead me here.