In the loud hours of silence
I can hear the dust talk
Tales of yesteryear and tomorrow
Of our slumber surely wrought
And If I listen harder enough
I can hear your footsteps
And as my pillow softens up
I fall upwards to be met
With the smell that once soothed
Now fades to gray too soon.
In and unto you
we danced,
once upon a moon.
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 10:03 AM UTC
In the loud hours of silence
I can hear the dust talk
Tales of yesteryear and tomorrow
Of our slumber surely wrought
And If I listen harder enough
I can hear your footsteps
And as my pillow softens up
I fall upwards to be met
With the smell that once soothed
Now fades to gray too soon.
In and unto you
we danced,
once upon a moon.