Where Love Once Lived

I saw a house where love once lived
The moment I saw it I knew.
And I could tell from your eyes
That you knew it too.
We stepped up on the front porch
Which was so long and wide
And since the front door swung open
We were able to go inside.
Although it had been many a year
Since inhabitants had lived therein
I knew that love and joy
The heart of this house had been.
The hallway seemed so familiar
As did the stairway to the floor above
As I continued my exploration
I felt so surrounded by love.
How strange that this house so empty
Was not tattered and torn
But seemed to be just lived in
And no more than normally worn.
It was then when I awakened
And knew it had been a dream
For the house I had been visiting
So comforting, cozy and warm
Was the house of my childhood,
The house where I was born.
Thena

That's cool. What an awesome dream. I love your narrative poems, they never fail to impress me.

Awesome dream. Hardly ever remember mine in such detail.
God bless
Jan P

Beautiful! I usually only remember the crazy dreams I have, for some reason, and whereas I lived in literally a hundred places growin' up, I'm gonna try and hitch-hike in your dream and hopefully think about your childhood house one of these nights.