I would like a house, painted
Apple white,
With large french windows
In rainbow color curtains,
Open to the lawn.
I would like a room, painted
Rose white,
With only a cosy couch
Among the stacked books of
My favourite authors.
I would like a room, painted
Daffodil yellow,
With a twin ebony bed
Of bright gold leaf designs
Carved on the head rest.
I would like to flop on the bed
Feeling the rays of docile setting sun, In the evening, while brooding On
My childhood memories
Of my siblings, distant to me now.
When the dusk falls
I would like to go to my room
And under the soft glow of a lavender candle
I would Start to write
As I always hope to do.
