It Has Been a Long Time Since I'Ve Been Here

it has been a long time since i've been here can i leave my poems here everything was always safe with your protective eye each time i return here i have to pause words are like indecisively constipated turtles for whatever reason, the poems in my mind come softly and freely here all the insects never seem to notice me here, so in a strange way i feel at home nothing matters here but creativity, art, and thought all that's really missing is a listening ear and a warm fire in what once was a useful fireplace it has been a long time since i've been here can i leave my poems here everything was always safe with your protective eye the many floods over the years have done quite a number on every part of this place untouched though is my favorite corner, which i always thought was sprinkled with magic light bulbs in multifarious shades of value shine here until eternity fades to the next chapter there is a breeze that focuses on the cooling of my mind i can feel it in the air before the air even knows it is there my listening ear is my black notebook, and my mouthpiece of expression is my old black nogginknocker pen