This House

If this house could talk;
If the walls would speak
And the stairs didn't creak,

Would you hear its wooden tone?
The whispers at night,
It's voice so slight

And careful not to wake
Each child from their dreams
Where nothing is as it seems.

What if the walls rose up?
Became a fortress to shield
And forcing the enemy to yield.

As it grew higher and prouder
Its legs would carry it far away
Just to keep danger at bay.

The hills would make way for it
They'd give this mighty house a road
And help to guard its fragile load.

Imagine the secrets it'd share,
The stories it'd have to tell
If you'd just stop to listen well.

What if the house had voice?
Would you give it yours for a day
Just to hear what it had to say?

11:11

Time ticking away from the
Wish that was made
Eleven on the hour,
Eleven minutes passed.

For the hour will not last.
To wait is to
Want is to feel
Each second ticking by.

Knowing that time doesn't lie.
The clock just stares
With its open face mounted
From its perch on the wall.