In my minds eye we are never apart
Endlessly, hand in hand our thoughts are joined
Our words eternally entwined and love imparts
Silence, loudly communicates, unrestrained.

A home is ours, a fantasy come true
A safe place where dreams do live
And love channels, to desire, to pursue
Our place, secure, heart's home, we thrive.

To this wonder, I dream all day
Lost to the warmth of your smile
Hoping you dream in a similar way
Longing for a kiss in just a little while.

Our home is a refuge, from all cares
A path to perfection where love abounds
A gift to each other is our answered prayers
Love is the mortar and brick, that surrounds
Ancient Soul©

A tucked away cottage, was a dream
. . we were to share
A dream caressed by nature's blanket
..of a welcoming warmth
A perfect thought of you and I
. .in what was to be our golden years

Within my mind, this home to be
. .I carefully constructed
Windows to greet the sun, allowing warming rays
. .to kiss your lips
"Good morning love"
. .was to be your reply

A place to stroll along the walkways
. .of our blessed years
A path way made of stones, smooth to the touch
. .given freely, by a neighboring brook
Smooth and free from life's toiled hardships, this stroll
. .was to be our final dream world

Hand in hand we walk, with the wild flowers, ushering us along
. . with their wild sweet scent
Aligned in a row, the look of filled church pews
. .of our wedding day
We pass the garden gate I made, upon it you placed
. .a heart made of clay
With a smile and love held by your tone
. ."i can not imagine such a place so loving, to leave my heart
. ."but upon your open gate"
. . . . now I am only her smile

A forest cottage tucked away
. .for the night
A vision only a dream
. .can portray
A time was to be for us, to be watched
. .by a dancing fire, flickering flames
Warming our hearts, reminiscent of a time
. .I held you in such a dance
In arms that still loves you
. .a time I sealed with a kiss

What was to be
. .is only now a dream
Tucked away, for I
. .only to see
A sweet thought of such a place
. .is now neatly mine
Tucked Away.
Holderof©

Nestled away all snug and warm
Surrounded by flowers of every colour and form
The windows glow with light from within
Casting out the night soon to begin
As the sun colours the clouds on its way
To give another part of the world light of day
Our part settles in for the night
Bathing in the gentle moonlight
Soothing calm the darkness brings
Flying in on silent wings
Don't be afraid to turn out the light
And wrap yourself up in the blanket of night
Shadow Whysper©

From the outside looking in..
A world  so lost,
empty, void now,
to all who seek.
Is hope forever lost?

From the outside looking in..
Judgment falls by appearance sake
Pleasing to the eye,
inviting to the touch.
Is this all we desire
and all we want?

So it seems,
from the outside looking in..
Values become established by monetary gain
and  convenience defines our life choices'
Eventually, commitment only to self.
Is this enough?

Existing within this world
of devil-may-care,
Is a house made of stone
and a garden handled with care.
You're welcomed with open arms
to the refuge found there.

This house is a home
because abounding love is shared.
You're most welcomed to come in
find restful sanctuary
and feel the vibrancy of love shared.
Lillyofthevalley©

The path awaits your coming
Within the evenings air
Arms outstretched in fragrance
Brilliance to be shared
The cottage warmth and lights
Beckoning , do come inside
Fragrance leading to our door
Our arms do open wide
As you depart remember
Our garden spot is here
The gate is always open
With hugs and love so dear.
gigi041©

What is this thing, that all do seem, to want and  crave so strong,
A pleasant place, to spend their life's, where nothing's ever wrong,
Painted with the promise, of eternal joys and glee,
Don't they know, except for dreams,. lifes, just misery?
Passion, Love and comfort, challenges at best,
Always running, seeking, searching, my gosh, they never rest,
Telling others of their purpose, so fine in their minds eye,
Someone should block their path, cup their ear, and only ask them why
they waste what time, they have on earth, chasing down those dreams,
when all is just inside them,  hidden, lost, .it always seems..
Zeb©

Warm feelings of a spring day
Cloud covered skies
A simple tinge of pink
A New World awakening

The beauty of spring
Reds, blues, yellows and greens
In their eternal soft glow
Brightening ever the day

Simple stone walk
The pathway to light
Leading ever onward
A new journey waits

Journey forth to tomorrow
Walk along life's path
It can be a short trip
But the road to an end

Step forward and lead on
It is the dawning of a new day
Like the dawning of a new life
It continues ever on its way
Star_Fire©

What's inside???
dare I go in
will there be love and laughter
or harshness and pain.
 I desire to go in
yet i fear the unknown
it all seems so perfect and calm
yet something holds me back
keeps me away.
the light beckons me closer
and it soothes my restlessness
while the flowers send forth
their own peace and joy
I take a deep breath and I'm drawn
even closer to the light.
I crave this beckoning peace and joy
and as i turn  inward and listen to my
still small voice  it says.... knock and it shall be
open to you ,seek and ye shall find for
I AM the way the  truth and the light
come to me and I will be with you always.
 I smile at the  revelation of the these simple words
and as i sigh a deep sigh
my fear leaves  for now
i can see  the light
the light  is Jesus  MY Lord.........
Lady Valor©

The lights are on but no one is home
I walk down the path, to be alone
Kind to all I try to be
But nothing in life is truly free

Past the gate  that leads to my plot
That will become my resting spot
Surrounded by nature, it's beauty abounds
No one to love is near to be found

My heart weighs heavy a I plunge ahead
Right now at this moment, wishing  I was dead
Life at times just isn't worth  living
No one to share  my heart felt giving

As my mother would say
"tomorrow is another day..
It is only natural to be so sad
But learn in life to take good with  bad
mwm44©

During my journey,
Such a lonely self.
I take the tattered and torn,
book down from the shelf.
Heading to the garden,
where breezes gracefully blow.
And memories caressed,
Gently of long ago.

Sitting back in the hammock,
At almost a peaceful dusk.
Listening to the wind,
Reminding we must.
Accept the departures,
As our skin is touched.
Seeing life goes on,
As she parts my hair.

The gust carries me along,
To another place and time.
With golden leafs following,
Scurrying and clapping behind.
Dancing tulips, in clouded sunlight.
I see before me, just ahead.
So much time did Gran,
Spend there in that bed.

When your precious puffs
Do quickly approach.
Their spirits pass through,
Oh, I long, for each touch.
Accelerating the passions,
Of life go before me.
Your flurries step forward,
As the heart begins to bleed.

Division of this cluttered life.
You seem to clear so well.
Hearing the breakthroughs,
Of my life's' fairy tale.
Calming these moments,
Each time you seek.
As rest is obtained,
As I hear you speak.

Shutting the pages.
Of this treasured opus.
Blowing each page,
A spell between us.
Settling down quietly,
Closing my eyes.
Hearing your voice softly.
Forget not to seek.
LoveStar©

The lights say welcome home to me;
The chimneys smoke above.
And on the gate, that little heart:
The symbol of our love.

Sunset fades to twilight
As I look upon this scene.
The blossom trees and flowers
Take on a glow, serene.

Seven years have gone by
Since this cottage was our home.
Our children who grew up there
Now have places of their own.

Now all I have is memories
Of that little winding path
Where you live with your new husband
In divorce's aftermath.
Peter Jones©

Upon mid-lifes journey
A side road I take,
A detour to fend off my demons.
Along this short path,
I seek comfort and peace with my past.
My view is a prism of fragrant bouquets,
Some budded, some blooming, while others
Are wilted by sadness.
Small buds of youth in a child full of mischief,
Give way to the bloom of teen angst.
Fretful and fearful of what's yet to come
Not realizing her beauty's from within.
A twinkle in her eyes blue as "bluebells",
An infectious laugh to tickle the "tulips".
Lips sweet as honey and dripping with desire,
Demanding, young men, turn in your "keys of heaven."
Memories of war, when mothers exchanged
"Bleeding Hearts" for a medal of purple.
Young husbands, sons and lovers lost.
Buried beneath the tears of the "weeping willow."
While others remained and their souls whisper
In the wind, in fields of tall, "maiden grasses."
 The bloom of youth has long passed.
Yet, there is beauty in wisdom.
The demons I fought, not demons at all,
Just vanity playing her "windsong".
Reina©

A happy place
so quiet and serene,
A happy place
where good memories can be seen.

Quiet days and
peaceful nights,
No ratty races
or evening fights.

I love to see this happy place
after all my daily woes,
beautiful flowers, quiet sunset
as down the path I go.

To better times and
loving moments,
to touching thoughts and
heartfelt comments.

Memories get us
through these days,
And dreams through
silent nights.

Tomorrow we'll have
another day
To try to make
things right.

Until such a time
when dreams  come true,
My happy place
will see me through.
Short Stuff©

Smoke from the chimney,  it must be cold
There's something else not being told
Something about this doesn't make sense
There is perennials growing  along the fence

Is this the home of  someone old
That always thinks that it is cold
Or does it have a different intent
Reminding us to smell the flower's scent

Is there something above the flowers and trees
Reminding us to give thanks for the air we breath
Snow on the roof did stick and gather
Reminding us of all our weird weather

God painted the sky in shades of pink
For some reason  He wants us to think
Remind us to think of the things we have done
And to always remember,  He's the ONLY one
mwm44©

There is a little psychological test. At parties, at the office.
You're asked to draw a drawing of your childhood home.

Some draw it without people but put in their cat.
One could not fit it on the paper.

She was like that in many things.
I drew mine like an architectural view, a shaky one.

The crab apple blocking as it did the windows
Of the second floor.

The tiny porch too small
To hold a chair and let the door swing open.

My home was no English cottage in a valley,
Sugar frosted trees, candy dusted shrubs, the flagstone.

Invitation curling up to all the warm lit windows,
So warm you might need oven mitts to lift the door knocker.

It was a brick house with two stories, three bedrooms,
And my parents silent in their uneasiness.

The crab apple bloomed every May after the forsythia
exploded in the backyard like a bomb to blot out
all memory of the winter and our time inside.

My home was no English cottage in a valley.
William J. Gibson©

Springtime when we first met,
a timid glance, twinkle in your eye,
slightly shy smile, our destiny set.

Our first day, I remember where,
the walk in a meadow, talking for hours,
seemed though our life then, never a care.

Many the time in our meadow we tary,
speaking, seeking, things only lovers may,
then as meant to be, in our meadow, we marry.

A summer's day, I come to you,
and gently--lovingly---touch your hand,
dreams fulfilled, a meadow, our love true.

In our meadow, we toiled for years,
our little cottage, built, brick by brick,
how much we loved, she and I, joy's tears.

Each flower, touched with her love,
hands softly petite, flowers full bloom,
as if blessed by God's hand above.

Fifty-two years, we loved, we laughed,
in our hearts, our meadow, we grew,
from two to one, our beautiful craft.

Come one morning, the fall of our life,
an angel--- in the night-- quiet came,
her spirit he lifted-- my loving wife.

In our meadow, I stand, thinking we are apart,
yet her love, from windows glow, every room,
hands softly petite, in winter's flowers full bloom,
beckoning me enter, the seasons of our heart.
Bisonam©

No one never knows just what goes on
Inside each and every house we see,
All the beauty with the yards
Seem to hide the secrets from me,

As I stand gazing at the front door
I wonder what lies within
Could it be a happy home
Or one that is covered in sin,

It is all so beautiful to the eye
And the Fragrance is astounding
Were they planted with loving hands
Or with hands that have been bound?

One never knows just what to expect
When gazing at such beauty
If there is fowl play inside
We should report it, its our duty.
Angel-In2thnite©

When all that I know
lies within your heart
And you content yourself with
just loving me
I know I've found the pathway
home
When all my defenses come
crashing in
That's when you stand close
enough to catch me
if I stumble...
When no amount of words can
ease my longing
That's when you walk away..
so I can wander the empty
rooms of my despair
and listen to the
comforting silence...
and when I again am ready
and need you so
I open the door
spilling warmth from within...
strong arms encircling
and blowing away all
my fears....
Kristin©

Full moon;
luminescent glow...
Reveals to me this world I know.

Flowers,
lavishly in bloom...
Fill night's air with sweet perfume.

Walk,
where oft upon we stroll...
Strewn with wind- tossed petals gold.

Cottage;
shelter from all storms...
Brightly lit and cozy warm.

Heart,
upon our garden gate...
A symbol of our love equates.
Linda2001©

There is a little cottage
That is secret and alone.
Whatever else may happen,
To me it is my home.

An oasis in the turmoil
Of life's tribulations,
A place to run when I need
Some peace and consolation.

I take the time to slow down,
Take in nature and her wonders,
To smell the flowers, hear the bees,
My heart's own muted thunder.

The furry ones all come out
To share my time of peace.
Emotions fill me to the brim
Seeking for release.

‘'Tis wonderful to be here
Away from stress and strife.
We need a place to run to
When we're fed up with life.

Slow down and smell the roses,
For time does quickly pass.
So tragic not to take this time
Before your life has passed.

For beauty, it is fleeting.
Don't lose yourself to find
That you didn't take the moments
For wonders in your mind.

Or one day you'll awaken
To find that all is gone.
Please, find yourself a cottage
That you can call your own.

And it may not be easy,
Things hold us back we find.
Seek this cottage somewhere,
If only in your mind.

It will be a place to run to
When life does get you down.
A place for relaxation
A world to call your own.
Anjaleck©

There is no place like home
There is no place like home
We have heard these words
Numerous times
Dialogue from a movie
Sounds in your mind
Anticipating
Wishing
This will be your find

The day drawing to close
Time to go “home”
Will someone be there
In anticipation
Or by chance
Will you be alone?
Still this is your sanctuary
Your lodging
Your own

Whether adolescent
Or worn from time
A space that is safe
Sheltered
Here all is fine

The sun setting
All seems so surreal
It's the end of the day
Within
A content happy family
Anticipating a meal
May it remain this constant
It was stated in vows
Can we keep it together?
Do we know how?
Minn1©

A well tended garden
Accents the beautiful skies
And house gently lit
With a welcoming walkway

Inside lies a ghostly image
Of an aged old woman
Young at heart
Yet wise in her years

Given a gift
Of precious life
Now grown old
With soft wrinkles

She fell in love
Gave birth to life
Watched her pride and joy
Grow up before her eyes

Once again alone
With that whom she married
Her age began to show
For the very first time

Her breath became sporadic
Bones feeble and weak
She lost her hearing
Overnight it would seem

She was always one of those people
Who just couldn't sit still
Now it takes every ounce of strength
To move at all

She has overcome every obstacle
Thrown in her way
Yet still managed to tend her garden
And keep light shining through the windows

This shall be her last battle
She will have to fight no more
Her voice no louder than silent wind
She speaks of graceful surrender

The cancer will not win
For she already has
Such a graceful woman
Refuses to be a victim

Through the windows of her life
A soft smile can be felt
Knowing that in due time
She shall tend the gardens of heaven
Epic Myst©

'Tis a warm and cheerful looking home, the one next door
With cobble stone walk and picket fence, that we all adore
Fragrant scent the air so sweet any nose would love to devour
The pleasant blend of natures finest and brightest of all flower
But be not deceived by its sugary look and tasteful perfection
It is anything but a masters work at building with confection
Many a lost soul has come upon this sight seeking admittance
And while they may eat their fill their satisfaction is a pittance
The woman of the house may have a meek motherly appearance
But she is a witch and responsible for many a souls disappearance
Take my word it is not the kind of place you want to go and settle
I beg of you stay away from there my friends Hansel and Grettel
Bear1Mage©
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