The tunnel of memory that leads me back home

Sucked in by a force, I'm flying through a tunnelThe tunnel of memory that leads me back homeThe past blurs my present, so my vision is doubleThe walls and the ceiling curve into a dome
From here I can see my home, tilting And falling from place, all the lamps are aflame My father's empty chair is slowly ascendingTipped by the light, outlining its frame
This is the opening poem from my book, Home, and the preparatory sketch for its cover (see below) both originating from the same place, the same vision in my mind. I find it so magical that through a creative collaboration with a wonderful actress, Kathy Bell Denton, the words--and the vision--come alive through her voice. 

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My pencil sketch of my childhood home
inspired the oil painting that is now used for the cover art of Home