The little room

A hidden nook in my mind’s fold
Home to musty books
And secret scrapbooks
Empty chocolate cake boxes

A mind fort for comfort in dreams
When the unpalatable bleeds through

A lair to burrow in
When virtual strangers come knocking
When sword-wielding pursuit turns too real
When the invisibility cloak must be called for

A cosy hearth on a rainy day
When I seek to lie in lazy wondrousness
At the inevitability of love seeking me out

A fort built several years ago
From dreamy cobwebs
To keep away the cold wind
That reflects in cold eyes
And even colder fingers

Soon,
Treasure cupboard turned
To certain reverie stopovers
Cold door open with warm welcome

Last night, I crept into the circle
Lo! the fort was breached
The dark cold had lost its hold
To sunny murmurs of orange life

I feared for loss and tears
I only felt a déjà vu

My life - no longer just mine
To plough through in secure solitude
But an open land to mine in shared luxury

The sub-conscious' verdict is in
The conscious mind ever a follower...