A tiny cobweb entangled in the dark oak roof
A rustic wind-chime hanging on the half broken window
A mildew eaten cabinet that holds some memories in its stiff, creaky drawers
The jackfruit tree that still casts its shadows on my bed when the moon shines in its full strength
The water that flows through the bamboo splits and frolics along the deep dark jungles
To that forgone land of mystic entitlements, my heart hankers with outstretched hands.