Around the World

The dome, as smooth as a freshly woven pearl.
The stand, made of porcelain, with exquisite flowers.
And inside, with glitter dancing gracefully around it,
An owl, in the middle of a soothing shower.
Every day, his ghost surrounds me.
Friday night Shenanigans, in his inviting house.
We used to play brain-smashing games,
And he was a little mouse.
Then dinner arrived, with mouth-watering roasts,
Followed then, by a warm rich stew.
Then dessert trailed in, with ice-cream, tantalising my tastebuds.
And finally, a scrumptious chocolate gateau.
Suddenly, the nights died slowly into the fog.
Then he was flying away,
How I miss him already
I longed for him to stay.
Although in my heart, he lives on.
He is 6302 kilometres away, in another country.
He is no longer here,
But deep down inside, he is within me.