I want it all!

I want it all!

I want the door to open

I want there to be light inside

I want the room to be full

of flowers

and questions

and neatly stacked photos and books

and seashells recalling their home

and ladies sipping their tea

in a very un-lady like fashion

and the thought of unknowing to flavor the air

and a juicy plate brimming with strawberries

and tasty cakes

and the flicker of candle light

and the brush of sand on the floor

and for a collective sigh to rise up

and escape through perfectly spaced mouths

upon hearing a vision drift in

through the up flung window to eternity.

–Barbara L. Lazarony