House (part one)

An improvised poem, written straight into the uploader and inspired by a day out in the countryside.

My sides ache when I think of them,
their faces and their gilded beds,
spit-shined shoes where silver buckles laid,
in front of the fire,
come the end of the day...

I remember when they would run through me,
there little eyes of green and gold,
grasping hands at wooden windowsils,
to watch the day fall into night,
and to fall asleep themselves,
watching the moon take flight...

I wore colours once across my face,
heaven and hell and death and fury,
a suitable curse for one such as I,
one who knows life and smiles,
yet only ever finds the time,
to be lonely...

I remember when they would hide in my arms,
beneath where Vulcan struck his hammer blow,
where great copper skies did attract the lightning show,
a chorus, a symphony in the sky so close,
yet one such as I, cannot reach for it...

Wind blow and strip my painted skin of colour,
flow those muddy waters below my feet,
turn those who wage war upon me,
and take them with you whilst I sleep...

Author's Note

Disclaimer: I will not get offended, I want to learn all I can. Please post any honest thoughts, no matter how scathing they might sound when spoken aloud. Thank you!