RUINS

here now
even time
has died

people and place
alive
only in memory

as if a past
had never
existed

all trace
of who or
what they were

gone now
lost on the wind
that roams over stones

where dwelt
this house
and all of its people

and I by sleight of mind
a great magician
making it all happen

once again
as if it never could
fade away


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My old home is just stone and nettles and birdsong as is my uncle's farmhouse with trees growing inside the house. The house I grew up in was just mud and air the last time I saw....you just walk through the nothing there.