Cathedral of Gold

I decided to stop venturing outside of my home,

only to be bled dry.

So I sat quietly inside, and looked around.

The drapes were gray, and projects lay all around, unfinished.

No wonder I wandered far and wide, believing life was somewhere outside my door.

So I nested down, and slowly built a cathedral of gold.

Always a beautiful place to be, inside of me,

where I can invite others in, who knock at my door.

Those who see light from the fire inside, and want to come in,

showing up at the stoop, with flowers in their hands.