i always dreamt

I always dreamt of the house


Steps took me to secret passageways

Behind walnut doors

That seemed concealed in their own darkness.

I loved this house

With its spiralling staircases and sprawling rooms

-its  high ceilings

And its warm woody scent.

I used to think that when the floor boards creaked

The people who once lived here

Long ago

Were behind me.

When I slept there

The wind moaned through the cracks in the window

-the sound of trapped voices

Of souls who never left.

In the daylight I would stroll through

The vast spaces in the house

Past the guest rooms

And the sunroom

With the antique vanity

And veils of light throughout.

I would meet you

In the attic

Through the secret


Hours shared here


Both of us

Leaving our childhood

And beginning something

So brief

In the stifling summer air

Of that room.

Your breath;

Our giddiness

In that room

Tucked away from everything

Including time



After so much time

I wonder

If yours is the voice that will always remain

In the room

That was bare

Except for the shadow of trees all around us.

J. Hamilton


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