House Of Gold

i know much peace from under your roof,
shoulder-rubbing in the cabin close to the ash sofa. 

i know much colour as much as i take a few to bless my skin;
adducing I fall from the bloodline of the goddess. 

i believe in you as much as the mangrove
believes in the rain.  

we have held teddy bears together to know part
of the house that mostly tickles a child. 
see why i baptize you, house of gold, out of 

snow-dripping heart,
what they could not name their mothers.

because uniqueness lies in what exists after the earth runs out of beauty. 
soon, i will detach from your cozy arms, 

but does it matter the home of a bird, falling back the bush from which she learns flight? 

& i have come to this end that silhouette overshadows distance, 
at the thought of you;
over and over again.