There used to be a greying tower alone on the Sea…
A Palace… of sorts,
but most of all…
A Home.
The Home… of Om Shanti.
With our son,
and our family…
Curving spiral staircases, up all the way to the top most levels, from the very ground…
Billowing white curtains…
Where we heard their names called…
Shanti!
Om… Honey…
OmShanti!
Yes Mommy,
I love you, Daddy.
Uncles, Aunts, Cousins,
parents, sisters, brothers…
Our family…
Our Guard.
Our servants…
Our Household…
Of the King and Queen
Th Animals in the gardens
The birds that flew in
from the Sea…
There was a Palace… alone on the Sea
At last…together
Forever
We Shall Be. – Shanti ♾️
I love you Om.
