A lost thing came to me
a beautiful lost thing
it was tumbling around all the time
deep within
turning over and over inside
creating lovely facets
that when held to the light of my senses
pierced me with their splendor
and reminded me that home is my haven
and there are special keys to unlock the doors
as prisms of light swirl and dance in and around
forgotten senses ... wildly new, these inside dancers
and the fullness of seasons belongs to them. -sjp
