Donibane

The House on the Moor has disappeared from the surface of the Earth. It happened almost a year ago, in a frozen twilight of the end of January 2006.
If I went there at night, I am sure I would see the ghost of the bedroom light shine like a lighthouse in the mist upstairs.
And downstairs on the right, there would be the halo of the kitchen light.
I know each pebble of the S-shaped driveway and I can see them shimmer in the moonlight.
The echo of bygone jazzy tunes and lost piano notes will be heard through the cold Christmas night.
My soul will be there on a freezing pilgrimage, together with the souls of the black dog and both cats.
I will be alone.
The sadness of this visit cannot be borne by any living thing.
It is my own.
When will the massive shadow of the House definitely fade away from my mind ?
When will the Flying Dutchman stop haunting my soul ?
I long for a white Christmas.........

V