Some Little Thoughts

This is a home, not a house, not a space,
But a place, hewn out of a void
Wherein spatial equality exists for the purpose
That satisfies one’s soul
And makes one emotionally complete:
One definitive, flowing concept: Beautifully whole. 

Timelessness is a word sans true meaning,
But seeming intelligible and used
In order to try to explore the unknown
Regions of the mind’s inability to comprehend
That which it cannot, and never will, master.
And so we use it, not truly understanding: We intellectualise – We pretend. 

Art, too oft, is man’s imagination, gone mad,
But, sad though this may be, art, too, can transcend
The mundane and bring us, all,
Closer to love, to beauty … or to despair
That we cannot put into words what the stroke of a pen or brush
Can create: A single, simple perfect line – A devotion to care. 

Lights, colours, textures, shapes, all made aware
As artists dare to create in order to fill that void
In man’s soul wherein reposes
A more perfect perception of life and living
As the mind searches in unplumbed depths
For answers to the unknowable: Yet, in failure, still forgiving. 

Darkness and light; soft, sensual hues that appear, then disappear,
Only to reappear in a recess, round a soft, gentle curve,
Via a maze of artefacts, personifying man’s past
Adventures with creativity. Then, as forms slowly are recast
With continuity’s needs, so models transmute to conform
With the requirements of the day: And so beauty lives – And will last. 

Come, wander through this home
Not alone in a space, but with me.
Come, together walk through this concept which was
Torn out of the torment of man’s imagination, deep
Ingrained to titillate the senses and satisfy one’s longing.
Then, sit, rest with me: Hold me, closely … tightly – Time to sleep

In this cocoon, built to withstand all critique,
Where two lovers seek to live and to love
And be one with one another.
Softly, the music flows, round corners of this home,
Filling rooms with melodies, borne on ethereal wings,
Cacophony never to visit these rooms, never in this place ever to roam.