Suburbs of the Mind
Where do you live? she asked.
In a cul-de-sac of happiness, I replied.
No going back now,
An avenue of frozen joy,
First left after the road to nowhere.
Houses with beaming faces at the
window on either side,
Complacent grins forever captured
In coloured calendars of contentment.
Imprisoned in a never-ending
Dialogue of endearments.