Classic Poem

Firelight danced along the uneven walls.
The rooms forgot that they were old and dank.
They caught the music of your light foot-falls,
They echoed with our laughter and our calls,
They blessed the food we ate, the wine we drank—

And they grew human, tender, sweet, and wise.
We loved them as we loved each other, then.
Now they are part of fading memories
As I forget your hands, your breast, your eyes …
But I can love no other home again.