The visions come floating by
The glorious joy of the space
wishful and wistful the needs
How easily the mind embraces.
A soul space,, the idea originated
Never implements to fruition
In a high, there is a push but
in effect, stays an unfulfilled mission
A colorful space, wall in pretty
pasted and lavenders abound
Corners for my whimsical indulgences
Memories, with photographs surround
Write a poem that calls forth hiraeth. Is there a place for which you long?