A House On Fire

My house caught fire and
All that was left
Was a scream unheard
In the flaming ire.

A frayed scarf and
A burnt mantelpiece
Shadowed walls
Blackened photographs

Was all that proved the
House had run up in flames
Tongues of orange
Caused all the ruins.

My house caught fire and
All that was left of my belongings
To claim
Was your memory and a lost desire.

Sight

(Inspired by George Moore)

These eyes have seen the world
Clothed and bare
Emotions at work
Beauty to stare.

These eyes have seen horror
Shocking sagas
Love in all its ardour
Music and all its ragas.

To thousand places they have been
Travelling multitudes
Thousand stories they have seen
From high and low altitudes.

These eyes have stood waiting beneath the boughs
But these eyes have also seen thee, and thou art enough.