Porch light

In the dark days she surrounds me

A beacon for a heart and abandoned ships

A light that is consistent even in its flickering 

Humming that lulls and holds parts yet to be unearthed 

My creatures stir for her

They flourish here

A place to house the hallowed things one carefully hides away

The cracks creak to the dance of us

A sweet haunting

Lovely in its imperfection