Dream House
I have built
a house on the hill
of dream
We both have craved about it
overstating the travail it was taking us
to get things done, but in reality
I was more impressed by the swift
and gentle tempo of our hearts
We unpacked boxes
of chocolate memories
The welcoming blinds grappled
with sea wind breezing in
Last night, we greeted
the quiet hill
with our breath panting from such usual rite
into the contentedness of desire
And the stars photographed
our blushful thoughts, engraving them
into the house
that we both wished
Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2008
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