Musings of a Girl In a Very Strange Place

In every home there is a place That is always forgotten, Is it Festering with ants Or Inhabited by gnomes? I don't know what goes on There In every Cranny and nook. And perhaps I never will ever Know. But the the buried corner feels like a song Without a tune That I can dance to, Barefoot on cold wood. It tastes like chocolate in my mouth Sweet, dark, lingering. It makes me sad, It has memories, It is alive. I can feel its heartbeat Pulsing, Parallel to mine. I feel the pull Of promises of solitude And answers to its call. We dance together, The forgotten corner and I , To our heartbeats Only we can hear You never get bored sitting there On a bright sunny day. Watching light chase shadows on the floor playing the game of cat and mouse. (I want to stay ) You never get bored lying there Listening to the sound of silence The sound of dust swirling around. Transparent like a butterfly's wings, illuminated by the prefect degree of light (I want to stay) Yet there is always a few square meters Where darkness reigns Open your arms and welcome it like a friend (I want to stay ) Sit down for a minute or two With hands still full of slippery soapy foam Feel the weight Of memories of objects Here. Understand it, Follow me, I am staying here Forever. Oh look! (sorry I get distracted easily) What a pretty flowery blue umbrella! Why is it lying here? So lonely, In this hallway where no one ever comes? hallway of the forgotten, Hallway of the lost? Perhaps it Belonged to Mary Poppins. One day In a time when umbrellas are dragons and unicorns, objects from a distant forgotten time. When you and I are dead and gone, fallen to dust, Maybe a child would stumble by it, maybe auction it off for a couple billion dollars That's how high a price An artefact from the twenty-first century could fetch. If you want to bury something Or let something bury you Shed your fears let's go, You and I, find that dark corner A safe harbour, Full of things long forgotten And you will be forgotten Too.