Post by lagoonagreen on Apr 6, 2008 21:18:02 GMT -5
Alabaster Hall
Amidst a forest of maple and pine
Sits a lonely house that once was mine
The sidewalk is hidden with grass and weeds
There's no one to care for all of it's needs
The porch, once the home of the nesting bird
Far and wide their song could be heard
Mr. finch so red in his father mode
Announcing loudly this was 'his' abode
Now the wasp and the hornet and the spider live here
Protecting their home, these three, through fear
An invisible sign is felt, not heard
"Do not pass this way" is the word
But I come to visit, no longer of flesh
And walk through the sticky, spidery mesh
The TV is silent, but sits in it's place
Darkness covers it's glassy face
The plants are all withered and all of them brown
They once were green and the talk of the town
No one cared for them or took them away
From the time I left 'til this day
I see my office door is ajar
A beam of light from a far off star
Shines on my desk, my computer, my chair
All my papers and a half eaten pear
It's just as I left it a fort night ago
Not any longer, or it seems so
I must be mistaken for there's no time at all
Where I now live in the Alabaster Hall.
Copyright © 2004 Lunaria (Lila May Guptill)
Amidst a forest of maple and pine
Sits a lonely house that once was mine
The sidewalk is hidden with grass and weeds
There's no one to care for all of it's needs
The porch, once the home of the nesting bird
Far and wide their song could be heard
Mr. finch so red in his father mode
Announcing loudly this was 'his' abode
Now the wasp and the hornet and the spider live here
Protecting their home, these three, through fear
An invisible sign is felt, not heard
"Do not pass this way" is the word
But I come to visit, no longer of flesh
And walk through the sticky, spidery mesh
The TV is silent, but sits in it's place
Darkness covers it's glassy face
The plants are all withered and all of them brown
They once were green and the talk of the town
No one cared for them or took them away
From the time I left 'til this day
I see my office door is ajar
A beam of light from a far off star
Shines on my desk, my computer, my chair
All my papers and a half eaten pear
It's just as I left it a fort night ago
Not any longer, or it seems so
I must be mistaken for there's no time at all
Where I now live in the Alabaster Hall.
Copyright © 2004 Lunaria (Lila May Guptill)