House

Hello House.
(Although those words I can't speak.)
You are but a Den,
That I can never enter.

Who are you?
But I know who you are,
Can you see me?
With your crystal windows.

Siding of ivory,
Roofing of black,
And two windows of ice azure.
You reach up into the clouds.

Where is the key that allows me to enter?
Are you willing to reveal?
But maybe you're not.
Your cold gaze doesn't tell.

Your door is welcoming.
But what lies beyond?
And why won't it open?
Why can't I reach out my hand to enter?

Is there a fire inside?
Will I feel the heat when I step closer?
Action will only tell,
But I lay huddled and naked on the sidewalk.

Behind your two windows,
Is a room with ingenuous symmetry,
Walls covered in electrical outlets,
Blinking lights filled with life.

The wind grazes,
Rattling your roof panels,
A futile attempt,
At straightening what cannot be fixed.

Do you know I'm here?
Maybe you do,
But maybe it doesn't matter to you.
I might be just another passerby.