Welcome to my other room, so bright,
With purple shutters, a magical sight.
Not born from here, yet in spirit known,
Reality flees, a place of its own.
Happy and sad, in a blend,
A realm between, not quite to lend.
Heaven’s afar, hell’s not in sight,
In this space, emotions alight.
Pardon my vanishing, a transient grace,
Or did the room shift, another embrace?
Into dimensions unknown, it might slide,
Reappearing when emotions coincide.
A dance of presence, elusive and sweet,
Where moments linger, and feelings meet.
In the hues of purple, a soul’s retreat,
To my other room, where my realities greet.
The Old Blog in the Desert 