Fluttering of a third eye...

Memories of a place called home,

Tarnished by a perplexing new address-

Love and warmth from this magical space

Has found its final resting place.

Tentative beginnings,

Virgin footsteps in the snow

Short-lived, erased by rain

New memories strewn like forgotten gold.

And in this whirlpool

One final decision-

To drop anchor

To watch it sink to a sandy floor.

As a dust cloud settles,

The dancing has left my feet.

I curl up to sleep,

My heart flutters unforced.

One eye fixed-

On an open suitcase.