I thought I would find some magic there,
Permeating the panelled oaken wood.
But everything had been stripped bare.
It didn't shimmer as I thought it should....
From the corridors of time, no echoes
I saw no traces of familiar faces there.
The place devoid of memories sublime.
No children's carefree laughter anywhere....
I must look for my past in another place.
There is no chance of finding it here.
I left without detecting the slightest trace
Of all the memories I hold so dear.....
That night as I prepared for my bed,
Suddenly I sat up with a start.
I shouldn't be looking in a house, instead
I should be looking in my head...and heart....
