Heart gentle eye mindful

Ideality; the quality of being ideal. That’s what I mean when I say ‘My heart Resonates with gentle colours of feathers while My eye is cautious of twigs with thorns and twigs With small glints of flames on the tips of their fingers. Once or twice, I step and skip on stepping stones And thrice or quartz, the rocks swim gently in my ears. Three times at night, they whisper, “Are you living up to the Ideal?”, and twice every Autumn chair, they sleep and Diffuse their tiny scents and speckles of crumbs Outside my bedroom, and outside the red front door.’