Man-Made Splendor!

                                                        

Buildings,

reaching up to the deep blue skies,

slicing 
the horizon,

an impressive combination

of brick and mortar
promising
 illusionary eternity.

Monument,

a man-made wonder,

a piece of poetry,
constructed
with heart strings that never die.

Magnificent love
usurped
 by the ravages of time and motion.

My house,
my home
unconditionally
embraces me in its fold,
no reasons asked
no conditions made.
My haven
My friend. Life itself.

For Poetry Potluck
Prompt: Buildings, Monuments, Landmarks