An inopportune phantom shower drenched my flimsy ill-fitting cloak,
Yet the fire of your hearth did warm me and my shivering body deeply,
Please forgive my rude mutterings if I misspoke before.
To be such an inconvenience to your regular comfortable routine,
So late is the evening, nay the night - I am so embarrassed to be your guest,
But truly I am humbled by your generosity of open flame,
Your outstretched arms of welcome to your homely abode.
Comely is your lovely wife who brings me a piping hot broth,
How fortunate you are to be blessed with such a beauty by your side,
Her unassuming modesty is a credit to the master of the house,
And the superb hospitality of the master is a credit to the mistress.
The crackle of the serene fireside is hypnotic to the core,
Amidst the distant playful tittering of the canopy rooftop,
As it is tickled by the splashing of a gazillion armada of tiny water droplets,
The trance silence is deafening - the tempest is no more.
The haze of dream lulls the senses and dulls the awake,
We slowly walk into the fire - into the land of our imaginings,
Upheld by the charred pillar logs, the hottest heart beating within,
Beckoning entry and morphing the velvet fabric to an etheric dissolve.
Fear not, brave traveler; for this is only a jest,
The dream ends when one wakes, but that is a lifetime or a stone's throw away,
Juniper, myrtle, and myrrh - Abracadabra - A dash of magic is in the air,
Changes are assured - see the petals - they are open.