Keep Your Eyes Closed, My Darling

Close your eyes,

Listen

To your heartbeat

I do not expect you to tune out your thoughts

I think that is impossible,

Or I would not write so much.

Eyes closed

I see

A hearth,

Old fashioned,

The center of

A well loved cottage.

Stone mantle.

Plaster walls.

Leaded windows,

You know, the ones with

The pattern

That forms diamonds? The fire

In the hearth

Burns hot,

A home.

Maybe it is peacefully quiet.

Maybe music plays

From the

Thrifted

Record player.

Something old,

Before our time,

But bringing back

Fond memories

Of what once was.

Maybe there is a dog,

Loyal, soft, silly,

Loves to run

In the fields outside.

We feed her

The best food

Money can buy because animals

Keep our hearts happier

Than words

Describe.

I am curled up on the sofa

Wearing

Slippers.

Under a blanket,

Regardless of what

Season it is.

Maybe I am old

Or just older

Than I

Am

Now.

You are there.

Who?

That would be

Like asking

Where the

Cottage is

Or

If it's

A real place.

You are there.

Perhaps I am

Sketching something,

And you sit

In your chair,

Doing your own

Thing,

The dog

Is curled up

In her spot

And we probably

Have chores

But there's always tomorrow.

Keep your eyes

Closed,

My Darling,

And the cottage

With the Hearth

Is our Home

For

As long

As we

Want.

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This is currently my favourite, if I had to pick. Some feelings I have can only be captured in words such as these.