The House by the Sea
A poem about a house I see in my dreams
The home I’ve wanted. The home I’ve waited for. It’s for me to live, strive and thrive in its hive.
I’ve dreamed of this house. I saw it in my mind’s eye. A house with white stoned walls topped with a roof with brown hefty slates, and glazed shiny windows staring out towards the sea.
The glorious waves splashing upon the rocks, where a hill is seen and upon it is the secret house with many names as it stands tall, the sun shines wonderous upon its white walls.
The inside is a dreamy space. The front door opens, and there’s a rounded fabulous, firey hallway, delightful creamed walls, and brown wooded polished floors, and a sweeping, curving staircase, waiting for my footsteps to glide upward where I’ll find my magical bedroom, the one in my mind’s eye.
But no. I stay where I am, in the hallway. Where multiple doors surround me as my eyes stare dreamily I glide through one, seeing a comfy living room with splashing lilac tinted walls and a mirror, looming over a fireplace. A grand spitting fire roars and it warms my heart and I know all is good when I pull down my hood.
I glance at the mirror. I see wide patio doors. I turn and walk through them wandering onto a deck overlooking a lawn and a view of the sea ahead as I feel the homely spruce of a widespread coniferous tree lingering on a mountainous hill with the sun gazing upon it as I slowly move closer to smell the land of home where the house of my dreams now lays silent and it blooms with joy forever through the years, carving the lives and bodies of those once inside, in grief and strife.
This house with all its memories has lived decades and decades and one day it will belong to me. Not in my dreams but in reality. Soon, it will find me and pull me inside to become its proud owner sprucing it up like the tree outside.
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