House on the rocks

I built you a house on the rocks

At our coffee shop, turn left

Second dirt road on the right

You’ll hear the sea before you park

If you don’t find me there

I’ll be fishing

Next to the tidal pool

Or reading Rumi on the wooden bench

Or just wait for a while

The tide may bring me in

I tend for forget where I’m going

When you’re gone

Don’t bother with calling me

The signal is bad

Just light the fire

When I see the smoke

I’ll know you’re home

I’ll find you again

At a house on the rocks.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Reading Rumi on the wooden bench...peaceful.
I tend to forget where I am going these days...
I am looking for that smoke to guide me.
Really likd this work.
j.

[emmajoygreen]

Whereas the house sits on a precarious shelf, prone to weather and isolation, there is something that holds it safe, prepared perhaps to wait.. forever. To think of someone loved and needed, is such an unselfishness - there is something more likely permanent in thought than otherwise. Incredible picture, incredible mystery in the words.