Don't you see?

My house stands on the trunks of timber

Imbued with the light of ten-thousand suns
Shaped gracefully by the tender hands

Of time

My house grows with the going and passing

Of each moment

Strung like a symphony of intertwined vines

Each connected - Each it's own

My house has a window which both receives and reflects

Uniquely glowing with each single ray of sun

Come inside - I'm waiting for you

Waft in the spectrum of freshly blossomed blooms

Melded in the potpourri of those long bloomed

Come inside - I'm waiting for you

 

Eric James McDermott