The Rooms of Your Soul

Rooms of Your Soul

I’m walking around the rooms of your soul,
Places you live and love and work and play,
Finding unbroken spaces, rich, and whole,
Comfortable spots where I want to stay.

I move through your eyes into sharp-witted hope,
Stars that brighten until first light breaks day;
When darkness is over, then we can cope;
If tomorrow never comes, take today.

I turn into your mind, an open book,
Where there is no malice contained, or fear.
The shelves are full of truths for me to look
And consider that which I hold so dear.

I enter your heart where fire is burning;
An easy chair invites, cozy and warm.
I must stay; there will be no returning.
Your heart’s safe haven though there be hard storm.

I run in the fields of your soul where
Landscapes smell of rain and alfalfa hay;
And gutsy winds blow gentle freedom there;
Sea grass meets sand and waves at sun’s last ray.