Dream House

I built a house for you,
For you to wander through,
Because you asked me to.

I put each moment in a box,
And on the cellar door put locks,
And let the time run off the clocks
So you would think it true.

Here in the front hall starts the tour,
And in the bedroom there's a lure:
A packaged dream upon the shelf,
That you can hold and call myself-
But it's only Distillation, and impure.

There is a window facing West
That is with sunlight ever blessed,
And in this chair I sit and rest.
I watch my garden in the light
And wait for darkness, truth, and night
To hide your busy, prying sight
From this my nest.

For tonight the full moon rises
And the building that you prize is
Turning slowly back to dust from which it came.
Soon I and my Familiar souls
Will rise from forests, peaks, and shoals
To bathe the midnight sky in silent flame.
You cannot tame the Wild, but should you try,
We'll feed you on a feast to fool the eye;
You may have caught yourself, but never I.

--Megan Morris, meikundayo@yahoo.com