Home/House

Home, it was you and I made alive.      
We coated it wholly of enlivening hues,        
why now, gloom-spectrum looms?      
       
My heart, and the oak pendulum clock,      
in duet of a mournful resonance,      
reverberates in our hollow home.      
       
The distant willow, quondam full of life,      
now without our words combine, deserted      
as if a lost beauty dreary, foraging for love.      
       
Chain smoking, tobacco was bitter foul.      
Is without flavour of witch's elixer,      
alleviate, waft my sorrow aloft in vapour.      
       
Nystagmus vision, a bliss when you reside,      
home dances along with your balletic movements.      
Cursed, as my sight wanders off, in the barren house.      
       
House, is without us.