The feet walk gently.
Never mind the chatter of “The World”
Here you sit, comfortably in your cabinet
Where one may peer in to glance at you.
The eyes gaze on many wonders
But do they feel the power they carry?
In memories, beautiful and saddened with the warm
air that is in between.
We see your wisdom that travels far.
In the sun drenched shade of a lover’s song.
My dear you escaped time and chains.
We have yet to reach your paradise.