'As I gently stroll <br />Along this alley <br />Beneath this moonlight <br />And darkened trees <br />With soundless footsteps <br />That suits this placid night <br />And just a few distance <br />Is this house in sight <br />It's metal gate <br />And painted walls <br />Has enchanting intensity <br />That I recall <br />Even it's roof filled my dreams <br />With awesome mystique <br />And tender wonder <br />For when I step in front <br />As I was near <br />In it's lighted windows <br />I clearly hear <br />A music and soft laughter <br />That was so fecund <br />Love that is so much brighter... <br />This lost love and past desire <br />Has left a deep <br />And lasting scar <br />That as I comprehend it seems <br />It's now a place of golden dreams <br />And as I stroll away <br />From this alley <br />With shaking hands <br />And trembling knees <br />This fine landscape of the night <br />No stars, no stars will ever shine <br />For me tonight.'<br /><br />Jesus James Llorico<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-house-in-the-alley/
