Anatomy of a House pt. 30

R.I.P.

On the night of the storm

An old woman died

And they buried her under a tree

Next to the lover she’d waited for

And clung to faithfully

And on the stones

Where they lay in repose

A message divided in two

Words to the song that she sung every night

To the portrait of her groom

‘I promise to love you for all of my days

Promise to leave you never

Promise your love and I’ll promise you mine

Forever and ever and ever’

The End

Anatomy of a House pt. 29

Epitaph

You walk among the ruins

Of lives and lovers past

Through epitaphs and poetry

The granite words held fast

The bride has stopped beside a grave

More scarred by time than most

It’s not her name that’s etched in stone

Don’t you see?

You were always the ghost

Anatomy of a House pt. 28

Return of the Bride

She drifts among the sleepers
Floating through the mist

And beckons you toward her

No power to resist

The years have turned the clock

Back to the time before

And as she calls you closer

You belong to her once more

Anatomy of a House pt. 27

Forgotten and Forgetting

Angels look to heaven

And tears run from their eyes

Forgotten and forgetting

In this garden of good-byes

Countless songs of sadness

And doubtless many more

Entwined in simple phrases

Ode to those who came before

The trees begin to whisper

As she moves among the tombs

The woman dressed in white

Begins to sing the tune

Anatomy of a House pt. 26

Of Things Engraved

The storm has lost its menace

And the sky is gently weeping

In the garden made of stone

A hundred souls are sleeping

As the clouds begin to thin

And the moon begins to play

Tombstones mark the place

The dead show you the way

Anatomy of a House pt. 25

The Garden

You run without direction

And yet know every turn

Every step that lay before you

Every leaf and every fern

When you come upon a gate

Set deep inside the stones

It offers you a welcome

To the garden full of bones

Anatomy of a House pt. 24

The Sad Goodbye

Fear and sadness struggle

As you stumble through the halls

Down the spiral staircase

Along the crooked walls

The house is sighing around you

And bids you a sad goodbye

You push through the door

To the garden

And run out into the night