I want open beams in the ceiling of my mind <br />plenty of lights, lots of space, <br />maybe a shadow or two inside. <br />There I can swing from rung to rung <br />from beams of hope and of pain. <br />Boards of love and of loss, <br />fully visible each memory clear. <br />None of my lived days lost, <br />a life not lived in vain. <br />An open mind like a parachute, <br />Sky’s the limit of all earthly houses. <br />A ceiling that I the owner can point and show, <br />all because it is a life fully lived. <br />All comings and goings noted; <br />all memories reside within <br />the walls of my mind. <br /> <br />Written April 6th 2005.<br /><br />Shelley L Baxter Stanley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/open-beams/
