I once endeavored
to leave palatial ruins-
gardens, hemmed in with stone
carved, by careful hands
each, brick by brick
sewn by soul
one by one
two by two
until a path is struck, bathed in the awe of views-
and great tall walls would dwell there
and inspire minds far and wide.
then-
time visited, and sped me away
(as time does)
not a flash flood
(well, sometimes)
but, mostly a slow lazy river riding
intoxicating- with comfort
spinning down the stream
until you no longer recognize the shores-
.realization
when you reach a landing point,
a simple hearth
a warm home
a kind hand
a simple love
becomes the legacy
you hold all else above