I think that I will never leave this place I call my home
Though often in this capricious world I’ve been wont to roam,
Still revives the peaceful quiet each time that I return,
A gladness born of solitude for which my heart does yearn.
Now from my lonely balcony, to look upon that hill
I spy confusion growing wildly rampant and virile.
Dramatic strength of habitat unknown in life’s refuse
There dwells a sweet and close contentment in this safe recluse.
I’m host to whimsical and calm fulfillment of the eye
Through years that watch each season’s lavish multi-layered sky
Fading from dark to light traversing all the rainbowed hues
In colors borrowed from some artist’s easel time suffused.
So much a giant symphony of sight and smell and sound
Feel I, as familiar objects like golden friends surround,
I now know I can’t ever leave this homely placid place
That thrives with every burning image change dare not erase.