Poetry

Excerpt:







IN

YOUR

HOUSE





BY





JEREMY

GOULD



That first day you let me in
I knew I'd always want to stay
I've never felt more welcome
That safety will never go away



I found peace in your house



Everything seemed so clear
Possibilities on every wall

Excerpt:




The years have passed
The moments flown by
Yet I still find myself here
starting to cry

The grass neatly trimmed
and the tombstone shines
Flowers' scents intoxicating
mixed with that of the pines

Dirt and mud disappeared
from your resting place
Finally I may kiss the ground
without having a mess of my face

There are other survivors
traveling this lonely road
Trying to move on

Excerpt:
Votive Offering in the Spanish Style

I want to build for you, Madonna, my mistress,
An underground altar in the depths of my grief
And carve out in the darkest corner of my heart,
Far from worldly desires and mocking looks,
A niche, all enameled with azure and with gold,
Where you shall stand, amazed Statue,
With my polished Verses as a trellis of pure metal
Studded cunningly with rhymes of crystal,
I shall make for your head an immense Crown,