The mansion inside me....

i carry an old mansion inside me
furnitureless
open and big
old...

there is a forest outside it
i take a walk on its crunching leaves
in calm afternoons
and put my soul to sleep under the sky
breeze caressing it innocently...

i read, dance, play, talk to clouds and create...

the silence and the peace makes me cry out of happiness

then...suddely there is a knock on the door
and i come out
on the roads and in this concrete world
lonely
helpless, eccentric, crazy...

dying to go back to my old mansion
thirsting for the silence of afternoons
and the sound of crunching leaves...

i wait
for the call of the mansion..and the silence of the forest