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I Will Come Again





I gazed at the house from a graveled-road place
As autumn's rain danced in cool stanzas
The aroma of honeysuckles began to unlace
On the pathway to my grey-restless wanderings


                
I built the bridge that could cross my mind
And I liked it that way; That's the way I liked it
Drifting from the old house, under its seductive moon
I could hear Mozart through a torn venetian blind


                

A house of royalty dipped in carrot-colored sun
Where daisies grew from butterfly kisses
When time birthed freedom at twenty-one
When I rode the rim of a pendulum's journey


                

The house still stands; My enchanting shrine
With its windows pierced by the seductive moon
I'll come again across the bridge of my mind
Past planted fields, white-washed doors and blue wine


November 20, 2013






























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