Post by Laura Stone on Mar 5, 2008 0:05:29 GMT -5
The House on the River
I opened the door to the little house
that sat along the river’s edge where the sun
filtered its light onto honey-colored floors
and the afternoon’s haze crept through blinds;
you were there, hands clasped contently,
smiling at me from your chair.
On the reading table, sat a cut-crystal vase
of white Casablanca lilies, their sweetness
enveloping the room, and next to it,
a small wooden box, tied with ribbon
the color of winter’s blue sky.
From the hallway I could hear the faint sound
of my favorite Ella Fitzgerald song playing,
and as you stood taking my hands in yours
you said, “It’s time to say goodbye to the pain
of the past and look into the face of your now.”
Quietly you watched as I opened the wooden box
revealing an old Victorian key lying on soft velvet.
As I lifted it from its place, I saw the words
engraved along the key’s spine:
For now, For always, with me…
I had found my home, far from the loneliness
that had long wrapped my life,
near like the ocean
or the flowering trees in spring;
the field where our promise began,
where your light burns my darkness away.
I opened the door to the little house
that sat along the river’s edge where the sun
filtered its light onto honey-colored floors
and the afternoon’s haze crept through blinds;
you were there, hands clasped contently,
smiling at me from your chair.
On the reading table, sat a cut-crystal vase
of white Casablanca lilies, their sweetness
enveloping the room, and next to it,
a small wooden box, tied with ribbon
the color of winter’s blue sky.
From the hallway I could hear the faint sound
of my favorite Ella Fitzgerald song playing,
and as you stood taking my hands in yours
you said, “It’s time to say goodbye to the pain
of the past and look into the face of your now.”
Quietly you watched as I opened the wooden box
revealing an old Victorian key lying on soft velvet.
As I lifted it from its place, I saw the words
engraved along the key’s spine:
For now, For always, with me…
I had found my home, far from the loneliness
that had long wrapped my life,
near like the ocean
or the flowering trees in spring;
the field where our promise began,
where your light burns my darkness away.
