Invitation

 

 Invited to our home,

you searched for weapons

and there were none.

Our empty house is not empty.

Light dreams float in the air,

the windows extend into the sky;

we can merge with the silhouettes of the trees,

dance to the rhythm of the seasons, 

craft new stars...

Note: this poem is a metaphor about incompatible friendships. It was included in the poetry collection "She Opened the Cage". 

 The photo by Matthew Smith was obtained from Unsplash.com.