The House

The House is aglow

And surrounded by peace

A crescent moon glows

From the blanket of blue darkening blue

Stitches of stars appear

The clouds move over us like ghosts

Drifting to the sound in the distance

The trees black against the sky

The old house is alive

I am reminded of our first nights

Covered in the calm evening

When the dreads of the day are over

Over us like ghosts

One bat flits swooping

The cat’s curled and sleeping

More stars now

What is it we love so much

About this faded house

Her windows lit looking out

Keeping us safe

As we find her flaws

And blame her age

She’s seen so much

Bloom and die inside her

Holding joy

Mysteries and sorrow 

With beauty and pride

The House is Alive