this is the house that you built <br />not the way you’d do it again <br />arguably – but nonetheless <br />a mute testament <br /> <br />you made the colours calm <br />and the walls permanent <br />at least I stayed free knowing <br />it was your design <br /> <br /><i>if it was your choice</i>; the <br />lonely days distance themselves <br />in fragrant innuendo, scents <br />that cloud reason <br /> <br />they grew here where you <br />used to be – do they plague <br />you too in your <i>raison <br />de renaissance</i> <br />© 16 Dec 2009, I. D. Carswell<br /><br />Ivan Donn Carswell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-raison-de-i/
