Saturday, September 13, 2008
In My House of Flesh
In My House of Flesh
When you first arrived,
I did not recognize you.
You gave me a name
but I did not know
what it meant.
Gradually, we came
to know one another.
Your constant presence
brought me into
another light,
a different spectrum
of being.
Now I am easy
living with you in my house
of flesh,
finding you in daylight
playing over the
flowers outside
my window,
or coming in
with the evening breeze.
At night your perfume
enters,
surrounds me like
a lover come home.
Over and over
you whisper the syllables
of who you are
in my ear.
I still cannot hear it clearly.
I no longer care
Dorothy Walters
September 11, 2008
