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By Gala Submitted by Galadrial Date: 2001 May 30 Comment on this Work [[2001.05.30.03.17.2112]] |
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This small house lies empty now, once the home and hearth of something sweet and shining rafters ringing with laughter, or hung with sighs from the lovers who dwelt here, now there are only sad shades who wander the rooms where a life happened, and a love grew, and do you ever wonder what secret an old house would tell, if we listened close? They were in love--- drunk with it--- and you never saw such a pair. It was like they never needed to speak, but heard each other the special kind of deep. The children never break the windows here--- like they do once a place falls. They come and look--- and maybe they want to toss a stone--- but even they know that there was something rare here. But now the ridge is dark--- the road will grow over, and the woods will cover it with kudzu. The critters will find ways in, and it will be years before the cedar falls--- and maybe another pair will come, and peer in the dusty glass, and know this for what it is--- the temple of love they built on the Ridge, the place they knew, that knew them, and was for one shining time all they needed to house a love born of twinned souls. |