this house aches & moans, the wind
pushing it into knotts. this house is
dramatic in expression yet subtle
and cries when i cannot.
it sings its song softly even when the
winds rival that of a hurricane and yet listens
quietly when the rain whispers against the
window panes. it knows about heartache and
the tears that eventually come. offers a
protective shield when everything else grows
unfeeling and numb. it has learned the power
of thunder, knows how to ride out the shakes.
this house aches & moans but stands firm
even when something inside of it breaks.
this house keeps me safe from whatever wind
that threatens to push me into knotts. never too
yielding but can take a beating and stands
strong when i cannot.

02/03/2003

Posted on 02/04/2003
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