Danielle White Poet Rhyme

In Your House I Long To Be

I see your house in my mind's eye,
I wonder if you hear me sigh,
every room I tip-toe through,
holds memories of me & you.

Your crystal windows strung with beads,
white snow stacked on black-limbed trees,
the scent of fresh baked bread and jam,
as I float by, a hologram.

And on my deathbed, silently,
I'll pray to all the gods that be,
to take me to that place I know,
though I was there so long ago.

There I'll sit, not flesh and bone,
forever together, forever alone,
for now, I just wait patiently,
'til I go where I long to be.


(for my cousin, Irene, in idyllic Switzerland)


©Danielle White

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Barbara Gorelick March 30, 2009 at 6:51 PM I loved this..flows wonderfully and has quite a message. I love the hologram reference. BG

Sharon Winter March 30, 2009 at 1:59 PM Beautiful. It's good to know where you want to be, where you want to go. I used to have a place, but now I am not so sure. Your rhyming is always so incredibly excellent. Love, Shar

Mohammad Yamin March 30, 2009 at 7:04 AM Danielle, This is a remarkably beautiful inspirational poem. Exellent rhyme. The house you are referring to is not very clear to me. Please pardon my ignorance. Perhaps you would like to satisfy my curiosity. Regards. -Mohammad