there is a house
on the highest of all hills
it's roofless and lacking walls
but there are seven doors
flapping and seven windows
open wide
any time you pass by
and you root to the spot
for the tiniest moment
thinking
of climbing up the hill
and exploring the house to find
its dwellers...
but the sun is going down
twilight falls on you and you go
leaving all the strange things behind
hurrying home
knowing that you are to get back
that you must be back
that you won't be able to live
until you are perfectly sure -
there is just
an old ruin atop the hill
and nothing more
but you pass the foot of the hill
every day
leaving the ascension for tomorrow
and the hill stands towering above you
with the hundreds of roads starting on its top
running down
keeping
the house of seven winds
for someone who would come
carrying the eighth door