A Lonely House


My heart had become
a lonely house,
abandoned at lands end,
deaf to the complaints of the wind
and the clamorous cries of the terns,
its empty rooms echoing only
the tumultuous roar
of the surf at midnight
When you came
the doors swung wide
the shutters clattered madly
The halls became        
huge inviting arms
which drew you in.
You removed your shoes
and the sand-strewn floors
caressed your feet.
The splintered window panes
the blazing kindness
of your eyes
Your presence flooded
the darkest corners with light.
You came into my heart
like a guest
who fills a place left vacant
at the table.
You stayed as the secret sharer
of my cloistered dreams.



(originally published in Verse-Virtual)

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