Into the Night's Dwelling
into the night's dwelling
things are they way they used to be
only more perfect,
and even if I lean into the dark hall
there are stars in my eyes, that keep alive the myth
and we are all there in black and white
tho' my mother's lips are glossy red,
her hair is beautifully coifed, just hours from the beauty shop
she is smiling, wearing an apron, cooking something grand
the table is set with flowers, a tidy house, sofa pillows neatly in their proper place
my daddy sits on the floor with me, playing Chinese checkers, letting me win
and my brother is throwing a ball in the front yard with his friends
things are more perfect
than how they used to be
as the wind drones an old Cole Porter song
into the night's dwelling
where I keep the dream
from dying
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1/7/14
Inspired by Nette Onclaud's Contest:" Into Night's Dwelling"
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