Except for a light upstairs the house was dark.
\nHis car still trembled after the four hour drive,
\nand little boys’ breath was soft as their beating hearts
\nas he gathered them gently, carried them in to his wife.<\/p>\n
The eye of the moon peered into the muted rooms,
\nits soft light tickled the dishes and half-eaten food
\nthat scattered the tables like crusted daubs of paint
\nin a work by a loon whose hell was designed by saints.<\/p>\n
He settled the boys and covered them in their beds
\nand tiptoed softly into her lofty room.
\nA single candle guttered against the moon
\nand silvered her shining eyes as she sighed and said,<\/p>\n
I thought you had left forever, and life was gone;
\nBut now you’re back, and nothing has changed: I’ve won.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Except for a light upstairs the house was dark. His car still trembled after the four hour drive, and little boys’ breath was soft as their beating hearts as he gathered them gently, carried them in to his wife. The … Continue reading