House On A Hill

a lover's burden.

there once was a great house,
settled fast in it's own loneliness upon the peak of a large, old hill.

a house which perched on it's place, unmoving; like a raven on the edge
of a branch -- overlooking it's surroundings with old, weary
eyes & a breath which oozed through the cracks in the ancient
wood, and tickled the hairs of it's inhabitants late in the night in their sleep,

quiet, unheard whispers in dreaming ears.

in this house resided a maiden, a weary girl with eyes wide open
to the world around her;
a maiden which seemed perpetually delved into her lover's dark eyes..

the image of his pallid silhouette against a clouded sky flowed freely
from the tip of her pencil;

the vivid memory of his touch kept her warm amidst cold, solitary nights in the
dark of her great house atop a large hill. 

his kiss, a splendor which frequently added a foolish glow to her dreams..

but, like all great lovers of ancient times,

their devotion had a cost.

S E P A R A T I O N . 

& upon a single, stormy day when the maiden's lover's

long, dark mane would flow against a long, dark sky --

a gift would be drawn forth from the pocket of his dark coat.

a violet jewel, entwined in rope & strung out on a long, black ribbon. 

a jewel which glowed against storm.

and as it is produced and set within her palm,

the cold of it's lifelessness strikes a match of blood to rush to

the surface of her skin; warming the stone in her hand with

living heat and pulse: 

derived directly from her very soul, 

where her love

for him also resided..

but even it's beauty did not deter the gaze she spared into

her lover's ample, dark pools of longing absolution -- eyes which consumed her being 

entirely like the voice of God after a desperate prayer.

"So I will always be with you," he said. "Know that when it moves against stillness, it's stimulation is not from the wind -- but from my soul, coming to cradle you whenever we are apart."

t'was that night that his body would be thrown from a peak to a 

violent, rocky ocean below.. shattering like glass, bleeding into the water

like a sacrifice to ancient gods -- a plea for eternal partnership which

could never be.

PLEASE, GOD, DELIVER ME TO HER IN ANOTHER LIFE!...

there once was a great house,

settled fast in it's own loneliness upon the peak of a large, old hill.

a house which perched on it's place, unmoving; like a raven on the edge
of a branch -- overlooking it's surroundings with old, weary
eyes & a breath which oozed through the cracks in the ancient
wood, and tickled the hairs of it's inhabitants late in the night in their sleep,

quiet, unheard whispers in dreaming ears.

in this house resided a maiden, a weary girl with eyes wide open
to the world around her; 
a maiden which seemed perpetually delved into her lover's dark eyes..

the image of his pallid silhouette against a clouded sky still flowed freely
from the tip of her pencil;

the fading memory of his touch kept her warm amidst cold, solitary nights in the
dark of her great house atop a large hill. 

his kiss, a splendor which less and less frequently added a foolish glow to her dreams.

and sometimes, upon her calling to him against the darkness of the night,

she would hold the stone up against the stillness of air, to await her lover's
spirit to come and cradle her against the dark.

now, those times have come and past -- and here the jewel still hangs against the walls of
this great house, with it's old, weary eyes and breath which oozes through the cracks in the ancient wood -- 

& sometimes, just SOMETIMES,

the jewel will move still against the wind.