The House Between

There’s a special place where my heart longs to go

A house of quiet comfort where peace is all I know

Silver curls of wood smoke rise from the chimney stack

Once I find my way there, I never dream of coming back

Surrounded by flowers on sides one, two and three

A fourth side of windows, leads to the salty sea

Each dawn the Sun comes knocking, rousing me from bed

My nose is gently greeted by the smell of baking bread

Here jam and honey, are served in crackled crocks

I can sit for hours— cause there aren't any clocks

Breezes from the meadow meet the brine from the sea

In the middle of this quiet house, is where I want to be

Whenever I am feeling like I need to run away,

Or that I can’t be where I am- for even one more day

My heart goes to the place I know waits for me

This haven that lies between the land and the sea

Backstory

I like to dream of a cozy cottage by the sea. A place where I can shelter from the storms when they come. 

And they do come. Namakula said this particular poem stirred memories in her. A sense of peace. 

Her read is exactly as I heard it in my own head.

I guess I needed that feeling when I wrote the poem. 

Paint a picture of a resting place.

A “just right” place where all is exactly where it’s meant to be. 

Me included. 

I think everyone has a house like this somewhere inside them.

At least, I hope they do. If not, then do come in and rest awhile here with me. 

You’re always welcome.