How could anyone not love you?
Your tiny buildings,
short and square,
havens of stone and brick
for wary travelers.
Claustrophobic rooms
with two beds too close together,
barely enough room
for the smallest of feet.
A place with mysteries,
full of a wonderous magic
that can never be understood,
much less duplicated.
The aroma
of a place
full of dust; yet
there is none to be seen.
Your essence is not quite
a part of time,
not really alive,
but not dead either.
A lovely retreat
where one night
can have the aftereffects
of eternity in a dreamscape.
Without proper space,
or bathrooms quite clean,
you give the wandering creator,
a temporary and loving home.
~Ash~
Ashton Rose 