Inside is a luxurious tactile shelter

where we all might wish to be.

Sometimes attainable in a dream,

quite out loud in our sitting room.

Where we know that the outside

contains all the misconceptions 

and thrills at the same time.

Our space inside doesn’t tighten,

it is in the mystique of a gift we live.

If in our lives we use that patience,

perhaps a result begins its grace,

slowly revealing an energy awaiting

that can bring us that peace.

For now, linger in the complexion

that will consume our anxiety.