Two houses, one Home

There's a wind blows through this house It rattles every door It quakes up through the chimney flue It reaches, seeking more It follows me through every room And cannot be ignored Its voice like ice, its words a shard I'm everything abhored

There's sunlight in her flat Though it's passed midnight A warmth seeps into my bones And leaves me feather light It dapples through the coffee mugs Plants both green and bright And she tells me, soft as the dawn I'm a rare and welcome sight