Jake Spider's Lullabies

There's that old clock on the shelf to the left of the record player and that mirror with the rusty frame on the opposite wall. There is also the warm smell of wood and something else none of us could recall. There is that long hall we used to walk thinking it would lead us to a different place, one far far away from the one we were when we started, and it often did...
There is the smell of coffee in the morning and boiled milk in the afternoons and those beautiful hands a bit broken and tired.
There is that hat that was too big for us but fitted perfectly on his head and it made him look taller and there is the smile that always came with it.
There is the glint and the masks and the ships floating in the sky as they danced to the music of the violin that came from the other side.
And there is all this because there is no other place it could go. It lies here now blasted and yet intact, faded but tangible and it remains if only for a fraction of a moment if only for us to keep coming back.