The House by the Sea

The home I've wanted.

The home I've waited for.

It's for me

to live, strive and thrive

in its hive.

I've dreamed of this house.

I saw it in my

mind's eye.

A house with white stoned 

walls topped with a roof

with brown hefty slates,

and glazed shiny windows

staring out towards the sea.

The glorious waves 

splashing upon the rocks,

where a hill is seen

and upon it 

is the secret house

with many names

as it stands tall,

the sun shines 

wonderous

upon its white walls.

The inside is a dreamy

space.

The front door opens,

and there's a rounded

fabulous, firey hallway,

delightful creamed walls,

and brown wooded polished

floors, and a 

sweeping, curving staircase,

waiting for my footsteps

to glide upward

where I'll find my magical

bedroom, the one

in my mind's eye.

But no.

I stay where I am,

in the hallway.

Where multiple doors

surround me 

as my eyes stare dreamily

I glide through one, 

seeing a comfy living room 

with splashing lilac tinted walls

and a mirror, looming over

a fireplace.

A grand spitting fire roars

and it warms my heart

and I know all is good

when I pull down

my hood.

I glance at the mirror.

I see wide patio doors.

I turn and walk through them

wandering onto a deck 

overlooking a lawn

and a view of the sea ahead

as I feel the homely spruce of

a widespread coniferous tree

lingering on a mountainous hill

with the sun gazing upon it

as I slowly move closer

to smell the land of home

where the house of my dreams

now lays silent

and it blooms with joy

forever through the years,

carving the lives

and bodies of those

once inside,

in grief and strife.

This house with all its memories

has lived decades and decades

and one day it will belong to me.

Not in my dreams

but in reality.

Soon, it will find me

and pull me inside

to become its proud owner

sprucing it up like the tree outside.

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