What You Will

The house I build Is a mansion of spirit Brick by brick, stone by stone Experience laid in firm foundation of Knowing Rafter braced with mettle to deflect The pelt of sleet and rain A fireplace waiting for the flame to rise Kitchens warm with sweet aroma. If anyone care to visit Or trespass in the corridor The long hour of the unwinding clock Will allow what will to be. The pieces of my heart are framed upon The walls, color and line Alluding to an unqualified landscape Of memory and dream Reverential for the viewing, And windows unshuttered open to the stars A breeze through every living room Up and down the stairs… A sweep of wind to clear the dust We leave so carelessly behind. ~ Laurence Overmire