Between Muirfield Road and Culduthel Road,
In Inverness, there is a street with no name.
But, you can get there.
An old stone building is quietly hidden
Surrounded by a low iron gate
In a lush green fragrant forest.
All sad sounds have fallen away
The many footprints are gone
And all that is left is the still.
The now boarded up windows
Allow no lights from inside to
Show the way home
And I think
Nobody is home
In this long ago forgotten home.
© 2010 Marjorie Levine