A labyrinth laid out before me

Cylindrical by nature

tall it was, white light ablaze 

With walls of angelic purity

A woman stood a-guide

Showing the rooms and rooms

But white was all I saw

And white was all there was

Evergreen the leaves had stayed 

Bounded by nature 

But alas these leaves could not be seen

For white is all before us

Another a-lady, blond and beautiful

Stood tall against the wall

Pure white as well

A door stood near

With wondrous layers behind it

At last there was 

a color not white 

‘Twas purple and brown galore

A bed of violet silk

Sits atop a wooden frame

Curtains of transparent quilt

flow gently with soft aflame 

Beside the bed

A train runs rampant 

Around and around 

It’s track

A sole window 

through which you can see

The leaves you before could not

The room itself was lovely 

Subtle as it was

Yet it felt not right

For it was not mine

Not mine to live within

The lady a-blonde ‘twas not famille 

Elle n’est pas ma mère

Les cheveux de ma mère 

Est rouge et gris 

Et mon père n’est pas un femme