My Home
I walk down a hall of memories
Climb stairs to the past
To rooms no longer existing
But in my remembrance
Long torn down, turned to dust
Like my dreams of yesterday
Meals cooked and shared
With the ghosts of the past
Loved ones disintegrated
under sacred grounds
Dissolved to my history
By means to me a mystery
Yet, in my dreams
They live again
and someday I will
be reunited;of this I'm sure
Till then, we meet only
on the soft pillow of sleep.
Copyright © Tom Bell | Year Posted 2008
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