Empty Nest

Wood floors run far far far
Out into the distance 
The color of pine 
and cinnamon 
and dreams 
The ceilings are untouchable 
Almost out of sight, completely out of reach
the walls so white you don’t want to cough or sneeze or breathe
the master bedroom embodies the character of royalty
wrap up in the curtains silk and sleek 
as a good night’s sleep 
I shall be his queen 
Lavender gently beckons and tugs the stress out of your body
The tub hangs onto the floor with its claws, it never wants to leave
No curtain adores these quarters 
A sight your eyes lust to see 
The balcony hangs above greenery that feeds 
Spiced up with flavor 
flourish 
and destiny 
The flowery garden blessed by the bees and their good deeds 
The scent carried up to the washroom by a kind and generous breeze
The abandoned swing sits amidst and swings and swings and swings