Notes
Not a window was broken,
And the paint wasn't peeling.
Not a porch step sagged,
Yet still there was a feeling.
That beyond that door and into the hall,
This was a house of no one at all.
No one who breathed,
Nor laughed, nor ate.
Nor said "I love."
Nor said "I hate."
Yet something walked along the stair.
Something that was and wasn't there.
And that is why weeds on the path grow high,
And even the moon races fearfully by.
For something walks along the stair,
Something that is and isn't there
- Vic Crume (1970)
3 comments on {{ C r i m s o n P e a k }}
unhappenings October 26, 2015
I love this playlist so much
⃠nikkih450 October 27, 2015
@unhappenings I'm really glad you liked it!
⃠SofiSoph October 25, 2015
WONDER-FUL! The poem, the music, and the movie. Thank you
⃠nikkih450 October 26, 2015
@SofiSoph No, thank YOU for the kind comment :)
⃠evangelion53 October 22, 2015
Ah, but this is very lovely.
⃠nikkih450 October 22, 2015
@evangelion53 Thank you so much!
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