syren_fic | Like a White Stone AND I Live In Hope (Poetry) (Reply)

Like a White Stone

If I give you my love
this white stone lifted
from the depths
of my internal sea (desire mingled with affection, currents of fascination mixed with comfort)

Will you take it
solid and tangible
in your two hands
and drop it
into the well of your own heart?

Will you take it
for all that the ripples of its passage
will never leave you alone?

*~*~*~*~*

I Live in Hope

Hope is a house
Its wide bay windows look out
On lush gardens
Trees heavy with pears and persimmons lean
low over deep pools (every one a wishing well)

Hope is a house
Its garden unfenced
Its library filled with books that all begin:
When I grow up, I want to be…
Or
With this ring I thee…

Hope is a house
Its larder full
The scent of chai and the sound of music, faintly stir the air
Where sunlight catches floating motes of dust

I live in hope,
This quiet house
Of books and tea and the clock’s
tock tick
in the hall

my footsteps echo
and I hope
I will not remain
alone in this house
where anything can happen
and nothing ever does