The house I am from.

a poem by Leif Phillips, Australia - poetry writer, author, poet

To my beautiful wife, may we dance forever.


There is a house
where I am from
music banging all night long
and it beats the rhythm
of whatever heart
is brave enough to sing its song

My mother tends roses
and beautiful Winter
my father sits quietly upon the steps
he whistles in tune
at the creeping moon
with a love no other man's kept

The only thing
and I mean this so sincere'
I've ever needed is my true love
for what is time
spent all alone
but a heart given to the junk

Oh listen, to me
adult and children'
for I promise not to deceive or lie
that house still stands
and my old man
is forever singing to the sky

I've got one hand
on the microphone
the other hand is shaking hell
I've given my soul
to my own sweet lord
and my breath has lived to tell

well, there is a house
where I am from
music banging all night long
and it beats the rhythm
of whatever heart
is brave enough to sing its song.

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