In our minds fell
The silent sounds
Of seabirds singing of summer
Of sweet sun-soaked smiles
Calm blue skies,
Kind hearts
We struggle to recall
The light
And each of us searched
Through cities for something
To make us feel
But after all it was the
Ballerina
The words carried on the curve of her back
As the rise and fall of the piano drifted sweetly
Across the stage
Lifting toes and feet ready for snow
The spirit of the room was dancing
All our hearts were dancing
With the melodies which rung
Over crisp new fields
After all,
Warmth healed the rough skin
Of winter's miserable song.
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 2:09 PM UTC
In our minds fell
The silent sounds
Of seabirds singing of summer
Of sweet sun-soaked smiles
Calm blue skies,
Kind hearts
We struggle to recall
The light
And each of us searched
Through cities for something
To make us feel
But after all it was the
Ballerina
The words carried on the curve of her back
As the rise and fall of the piano drifted sweetly
Across the stage
Lifting toes and feet ready for snow
The spirit of the room was dancing
All our hearts were dancing
With the melodies which rung
Over crisp new fields
After all,
Warmth healed the rough skin
Of winter's miserable song.
