Wednesday, March 28, 2018

Have you heard the house?
It shakes and sways,
Pulses and pounds,
like a heart of stone.

It still beats.

The windows steamed with hot breath,
The breath of summer.
Then crystallized with cool breath,
The breath of winter.

Inhaling those who hear it.
Exhaling, for those who have not been near it.

Its doors creak and clamor,
Painted with pale pasts.
Inside, are florescent futures
Along with revived lives.
And still,
the doors are always open.

Spiced cloves steep aloft,
after simmering in their froth.
Sauntering from the house,
and along the deep corners of your mind.

Home to scents, seasons, and sounds.
Overflowing and exposing,
Pouring forth its essence of life.
It stands tall among dreary days
Amid the flames, floods, and fury.

Now, have you heard the house of life?


Then, why do you never visit!




1 comment:

Giorgos Seferis