This old house

There’s no one out here, yet
there’s flowers that bloom and valleys that roll
and rivers that flow into the never-ending seas
we can go there
just you and I
the empty halls echo sounds of past long gone
and the light dances with the dust of feelings unsettled
between you and I
you make my heart rise like lava
you swarm through my thoughts like a billion honeybees
clasping within my arms of what was so long lost
to appear before my eyes; your sacred look
into my life
like bees that spear their way into the heart of a comb
penetrating my soul
hold me today
and tomorrow
let’s embrace in this beauty
as the walls crumble


Published by Samasya Tapasya

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