I envision the structure Small. Enough for one Dried flowers hang next to the window That frames the prefect view of a setting sun And the wind blows so gently Softly sweetening the air The home smells of lavender naturally, I am comfortable there Often I feel an ache when I first wander in To this space known only in my thoughts This peaceful setting I’ve had to conjured up For comfort during the all too often awkward spots Nearby rests my motorcycle Her parts running perfectly as they should Awaiting our next adventure Or the chore of fetching wood Back in reality I feel aimless Always searching for the place where I am not obtrusive or void When I am harmonious with time and space Wonder if it’s just a mindset Perspective causing such a spin What starts with a twirl suddenly smashes up inside me Can a wolf find comfort in lambs skin