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The House Upon the Wooded Hill
The call of the wild is in our hearts, you see
We were also howling in unison, to be
A part of another life, an unmitigated eternity
Our song of life is meant unequivocally.
The moon and the stars cast a silvery glow
Then you’ll see what you have always known.
It took our paths intersecting to set the tone
And the die was cast to no longer walk alone.
The water’s edge, like time, will lay passage anon
Life’s former cloak will disappear and soon be gone
And the tales of mystery will trod upon
What will be only our future’s goings-on.
The eerie call of the Common Loon
Pairs thee well with the sight of the higher moon
And it sets the mood above the trees so opportune
So close your eyes and wish me to be with you soon.
The setting will be the single house upon the wooded hill
The darkest night may be snowy and chilled
The empty toboggan graces the shining stars until
The brightest star of all shines upon my windowsill.
That smile also brightly shines in my separatist mind
For this is the one I always knew was one-of-a-kind.
That rare diamond in the rough is meant to be mine,
Now I nod and grin, with everything so well defined.
The die is cast and I am graced
The perfect things in every place.
I just had to see what was always there to face,
And now our hearts and minds will interface.
Nothing was planned or searched to be
All that was necessary, was simply to see.
And when I did, fair Skye met me,
And I was shown the future of me and thee.
© 2014 Deb Hirt