Roving Jewel

I used to call

At The Roving Jewel

I'd stay there

For the winter

Memories,

Pinned inside of me

Like the scarlet curtains

Hanging in the window

Bows of silk

And strands of hair

All the pages

Lying empty

Seems to me

A mystery

Like the scarlet curtains

Hanging in the window

Paper flowers

On the table

Thought I'd left them

By the door

All the pictures

They have fallen,

Many times before

I've bid farewell

To the Roving Jewel

Secrets sleeping

In the barley

Silver skies

Things I've left behind

And the scarlet curtains

Hanging in the window...