The Empty House

Fields of evergreen waving in the golden sun.

Flower patches of white and red.

The cobblestone path dull from guests.

Vines holding the dull colored house.

A doll’s tears flood the kitchen,

The dull doll with amethysts eyes.

Embers still floating in the air filling the room.

Books of unread knowledge in a dark shadow.

Cold clothes laid on the floor as of a stone path.

Blood around a bowl of water shimming from the ember’s glow.

Fingers prints of dust layering the seats.

Empty sounds dancing in the air.

Deep dents imprint the walls of graceful white.

The face of bone and eyes of rubies weeping waterfalls.

Waiting for the warming sight of her with fire and emeralds.