Today I wish a cave.Big, dark, warm.
Secret inlet grown over with thick, lush bush.
I wish floor to dome-ceiling shelves embedded tight into high arching walls.
Jammed top to toe by books- fat, bulgy, pregnant tomes and dainty, diminutive volumes-artfully arranged ancient invocations,crystalline cryptograms and secret symbols. Lanterns with loving firefly-glow buzzing gently overhead.
I wish frivolous hanging glints of glass and bead and lush blood-red carpets indulging my warm bare feet.
I wish an antique cat-got-the-cream and brass phone silent as the grave.
I wish a fine bone china tea set, balancing precariously on the shelf above my desk.
I wish a smokeless fire orchestrating the dance of light and shadow over the smooth stone walls and ceiling.
I wish me there, and winter outside, blanketing the world in deep impenetrable snowdrifts.
