The window was open just a bit
As the cool breeze danced around the half opened curtains
Faint noises from crickets broke the silence
Of a peaceful night
The moon now awake shines its silver light
Causing shadows that seem to dance upon the walls
Jasmine blooms filled the air with sweet dreams
As memories played out like an old film passed
Stillness hung heavy
Sleeping through the quiet show not knowing
How alive the room could be
With all its nocturnal habits parading around
Wind chimes dance erratically twirling on old twine that has seen better days just a rusty nail holds them from falling into the parched earth
How many memories have they played their songs to unashamed at not always being appreciated but once in a while a little smile would reflect upon them
With silent steps the moon moves slow lighting up yet another window
So begins another show another memory untold just locked into the nighttime play maybe when sleep is reluctant to sway a soul this could be something to hold
True to a heart