Floating island of my dreams
Carried away by fathomless currents
Of iridescent illusions and
Immanence temptations
Far from the harshness of life's pettiness
Ultimate refuge large enough to receive
The homage of love
The games of children and be
Comfort to the dogs
To hold precarious stacks of books
Papers and pens
And other paraphernalia
Amongst which thrones
The odd breakfast tray
And mountains of clothes to fold
Such is my domain
Changing its colour of mood
As necessity requires
So small and definite
The humble but honoured
Companion of my sleepless nights
My bed!
Lucette C. Bailliet ©
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