29. Home

As in the Big Rock Candy Mountains,
there were delights to taste.
A fit castle for the King.
Sherbet trees overhung
the moat’s crystal waters in
a heady flavour mix.
Free, to take their rule,
far from the repressive
dictates of earthly norms
and convention.


As they had reasoned in childhood, there was no “heavenly home”, up in the sky, just the vastness of space. The “Heavenly Home” might as well be a planet light years away. They had always fancied an identical twin on some such globe, where all synaesthetic delights were satisfied at once. They were at last joined with that alter ego. It was bliss to be finally whole.