In Dreams

Pt. 1

I walked through a forest

of naked trees

shorn of their needles

skeleton keys

left to unlock

the salted ground

with snowflakes

The House on Dorsey Street

There is a house on Dorsey Street

I’ve passed it many times

And each time I find it weeping

Raining rivers from windows

Unused to the sun

What sadness resides

Within those walls

That it leaks so uncontrollably

I’ve heard the stories

Whispered from one ear to another

And seen the way passersby speed their steps

Looking over tweed clad shoulders and upturned collars

Lest they be recognized by what lies within

 It is after all only a house, although

Sometimes I wonder

My footsteps slow as I near the facade

And now and then I stop and grasp the iron gate

 We gaze at one another forlornly the house and I

As if we were lovers kept apart

By unrelenting parents who misunderstand our kinship

And think it something dirty and ill intended

Something frightening perhaps

 It wants me back that much is true

To walk the floors and hide behind curtains

Or in closets, safer there we thought

The house and I

And so we pine for one another

And what might have been

And what happened there once

I know that she tried to protect me

I always thought so

Offering up her secrets

And now that she is empty she cries because she couldn’t