This dwelling that I exist in
The windows are bright and framed with dark fluttering curtains
The shutters open and close
Sending a message via visual telegraph
Only dreaming through filtered sun rays
The walls are curved and strong
A temple with art etched in
The paint is older than before
I get lost in the shapes made by the cracks and scars
The library is filled with magic and stories
Thought and presence
A strong sweeping resonance
The steps lead inward, upward, and outward
Going where they will and willing where they will go
This dwelling is where I live
I live where this dwelling is
This feels like coming home and permission to be just as you are. I love the line “Going where they will and willing where they will go.” I would love to see more of your play on word.