My Friend's House

My friend's house was built by a business

That worked and worked until it unbuilt itself

 

A house of rainbow lights climbing the stairs

Leading to a little room at the top

Where I slept once or twice

That once or twice led to a dream

That echoes still so many years after

 

A spiral staircase winding down

Into a secret room made of glass

Where we sat in silence

Watching the trees whispering to each other

 

So many times we went there

But always the same day

Those rainbow steps of my lost friend's house

The dream has become my reality

And is always welcome to visit me.