VERONIKAMBAYA

From light I came into this dome

Not from thought but from fate

Carried through the mysterious tunnel

Sown into the fabric of my new home

 

Wit awoken, Sight to come

Soul ablaze with a thousand hopes

Where am I, Why am I

What is the fabric of my new home

 

Is it kind, or overcome

Is it too hard to navigate

Are the walls too scrannel

As I delve into the fabric of my new home.

 

Waves of memories still to come

Soul ablaze with a million hopes

Washed and cleansed, how am I

Concealed in the fabric of my new home

 

It is mild, at times wearisome

Today strong and somewhat desperate

Pushed out and wrapped in flannel

So she is the fabric of my new home.