Hidden City
Author: Pamela O'Brien


Company is always welcome here
The sound of laughter travels
Through the rooms
Out the windows
And onto the streets
Putting the neighbouring children at ease
But should nobody come to the door
Have an intimate conversation with the trees
Whose branches shade the kitchen
And hold secrets so very deep
Where the gravel beneath countless feet
Where many have walked
Or Run
Is the only thing that really knows
Exactly where they've been
And where they want to go
Memories grow in gardens here
Throughout the summer & the spring
Returning only as a reminder
Of a smile
Of a tear
And everybody comes out onto their balconies
As an audience to the dancing stars
And to dance beneath them
Even by themselves
Night after night after night.......

In the Hidden City of My Heart.


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