Alabaster Hall

Alabaster Hall Amidst a forest of maple and pine Sits a lonely house that once was mine The sidewalk is hidden with grass and weeds There's no one to care for all of it's needs The porch, once the home of the nesting bird Far and wide their song could be heard Mr. finch so red in his father mode Announcing loudly this was 'his' abode Now the wasp and the hornet and the spider live here Protecting their home, these three, through fear An invisible sign is felt, not heard "Do not pass this way" is the word But I come to visit, no longer of flesh And walk through the sticky, spidery mesh The TV is silent, but sits in it's place Darkness covers it's glassy face The plants are all withered and all of them brown They once were green and the talk of the town No one cared for them or took them away From the time I left 'til this day I see my office door is ajar A beam of light from a far off star Shines on my desk, my computer, my chair All my papers and a half eaten pear It's just as I left it a fort night ago Not any longer, or it seems so I must be mistaken for there's no time at all Where I now live in the Alabaster Hall. Copyright © 2004 Lunaria (Lila May Guptill)