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Thursday, January 1, 2009

Welcome Into Me

welcome into me

come into my mind, heart

into the darkness,

the light that is me

I want to show you

room after room

to discover myself

and maybe yourself


welcome into me

put your hand in mine

I want to walk

across the thresholds

to gaze into the mirrors

and out through the windows

I want to whisper

shout and sing and hear

my voice, your voice

echoing off of the walls


welcome into me

come see the colors

dancing light and shadow

the cluttered closets

mismatched furniture

fixtures, crown molding

explore with me

spaces beneath floorboards

where I’ve hidden treasures

my inexpensive trinkets

and my priceless jewels


welcome into me

see half-begun paintings

in my studio gallery

splashes of color and light

the brushes and rags

paint splattered drop cloths

smell the aroma of turpentine

and stretched new canvas


welcome into me

come into dark corners

sweep out the cobwebs

stir up the dust with me

draw the curtains open

let in the moonlight, sunlight

pry open the groaning sash

push open the windows

welcome the wind, the rain

capture fireflies in a mason jar

and carry them into

the darkest places

beneath the kitchen table

under the squeaky bed

into the musty attic

or the cluttered cupboard

to illuminate the imagination

of my innocent inner child

then unscrew the lid

watch them wing their way

out the window

into the warm night air


welcome into me

come whisper secret words

in the cavernous great room

then stand and listen with me

as they echo into the rafters

and puddle in the corners

and whisper back

the sweetest music


welcome into me

come hear the echo

of your footsteps

on the creaky floorboards

run your fingertips over

the silky folds

of the drapes

know the flutter

of butterfly wings

dance with me on the patio

beneath a velvet sky

filled with diamond stars


welcome into me

come hear the music

beating with the thrum

of the bass line of my heart

and surrender yourself

to the rhythm of your blood

I promise you won’t regret

making your home inside

exploring these places

forever with me

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