A bijou in the garden

a wooden bijou
stands secluded
roughly hewn
but not denuded
its little windows
open to
an apples gaze
and a garden view
within its simple
walls, a calmness
a tranquillity
as candles flicker
the thought of wicca
softens and excites
images of reverie
and sometimes sleepless
nights
the warmth of wheat grass
pillow’s
the comfort
that’s expressed
warm hands and a
gentle heart
in truth
I just felt blessed
to be within
this sweet cocoon
and just feel,
its embrace
jojoba
and warmed castor oil
and the sunlight
on your face
like a vision
of reality
a softness in repose
bringing new life
through your fingers
right down to my toes