had a conversation with the moon? or made a wish on a falling star? Held hope of delicate things? When was the last time you got lost in an enchanted wood? Or were kissed by a prince who turned into a frog? Consulted a caterpillar? Or kidnapped a mith had a visit from your fairy godmother who turned pumpkins into coaches and wishes into wings When was the last time you tears cried lost into the lake of longing or sipped inspiration from the pool of wonder? or rose victorious like a phoenix … from the ashes? When did you last lay your head in the lap of awe and listen to a song … from a distant shore called home? leap – soar – explore remember your dreams and unseen things sing with rapture dance and dance dance like a dervish and when imagination knocks open the door.
There was a tiny little mouse That decided it was time to live in a house. He checked the entire neighborhood, Through the thickened weeds, To find a place to call his own … One to fit his needs.
When all at once he saw a home, With an old man who lived there all alone.
He stopped by garbage cans and such, To tell his friends he’d be out of touch; With many sad and teary goodbyes, He left the streets as he let out a sigh.
He settled into the place he called home, And decided to be friends … With the man who lived alone.
The first night he spent there, He looked all around To see what he’d find, And here’s what he found …
Some pictures of a loving wife, Some kids that he had given life; He saw a letter left in the drawer, And when he read it, this is what he saw …
“My dear, dear husband, I soon will be gone, But please be strong and try to go on; I hope that our children will be kind to you, I hate to leave you darlin’, But my life on earth is through.”
All at once the phone rang loud, He ran to answer it and he sounded very proud … “No son, it’s fine … I have places to go, Besides, around Christmas, I’m afraid of the snow; Billy, you have a good holiday, And please tell the kids Grandpa’s gifts are on their way.”
He hung up the phone and dried away a tear, He looked up toward the Heaven’s and said, “I miss you so my dear.”
He went to a chair and put on the TV, And changed the channels for something to see; When all at once, he saw me standing there, I thought he’d try to chase me but all he did was stare.
He said, “Hi you little critter … welcome to my home! Now I feel much better for I am not alone.”
Well, that was a while ago When all this came about, And now I’m feeling awful … They just carried his body out.
I have such wonderful memories, He was such a gentle man; I remember the dinners that we’d share, As he fed me right out of his hand.
I never saw his children … Well … not until today, As they went through the entire house, And carted things away.
I must go back into the streets Where friends of mine still roam; But I’ll miss the man who lived here, For I made his house a home.
“For Sale – As Is,” read the realtor’s ad, “Furnishings Included, Beautiful Home, Magnificent View, Private and Secluded!”
With interest, I approached the house, Neglected, of course, and run-down, Cobwebs and spiders, mouse tracks and mice, And layers of dust all around.
The realtor said she was ‘sorry,’ She had not seen this place before, Her orders had come in the mail, “Sell the house – as is” … nothing more.
Distaste for the place showed on her face, But I smiled and said, “I’ve seen worse,” “Well, I haven’t,” she said, with disgust, Her voice sarcastic and terse.
Wainscoting and woodwork – yellowed with age, Hand-carved banisters – broken and cracked, Floors – moaning and groaning under our weight, Brass fixtures – discolored and black.
But all around, clues could be found This once was a house that was prime, Though it had had no loving care, For a very long, long time,
A grand staircase swept up from below, Elaborate in marble and teak, Time and grime may have stolen its shine, But there it stood … still proud and unique.
Then next a great room with huge windows, Surely a ballroom meant for a dance, Its draperies, musty and dusty, Yet displaying an old elegance.
A chandelier hung from the ceiling, Though archaic, it welcomed the light, It gleamed a bit when the sunshine hit, Thus proving it still had a life.
I closed my eyes and saw ladies in gowns, And men in full dress, bowing low, I heard a lively tune that filled the room, And caught myself tapping my toe.
I saw children on the banisters, I heard them giggle sliding by, I saw them racing one another Up the stairs for one more try.
The pictures in my mind persisted, This abandoned place was once a home, Love, warmth, and cheer one time were here, Though now it was cold and alone.
“I’ll take the house!” I blurted out, The realtor was struck dumb, “Yes, I know what I am doing!” She stood there, startled and stunned.
The price was right; the deed was done, My name went on the dotted line, We shook hands; she left in haste, I guess for fear I’d change my mind.
I looked about and made a vow, I swore I would revive this place, Too much still alive in here, Not time to go or be replaced.
I had the needed tools to use, Soap and water … and elbow grease, But most of all what I possessed Was a wondrous dream that would not cease.
From laughing children on a staircase, To dancing feet on polished floors, From opened curtains at big windows, To sunshine streaming in galore.
The poor realtor no way could see The same house that I saw, She only used her eyes to look, So, she could not see it all.
Thus, to see things best, I must suggest One employ all one’s faculties, Not just one’s eyes to look around, But use one’s heart to fully see.
Soft whispers of fragrance touch my flesh in the night As I walk through the garden of sexual delight Each flower I pass touches gently on me Pressing the petals of softness I see
Colours of passion swim through my thoughts As I touch every leaf that I pass in the dark An aura of softness, A cocoon covers me I feel my heart pound as I look through the trees
Adonis lies hidden in a foliage of green With arms stretched toward me and a body so lean Transfixed by his beauty, a chill down my spine I walk to his arms and I know he is mine
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