I lived peacefully and quietly amongst the cool shade of banana trees. I would glide gracefully through old, dark corridors with squeaky, wooden floors with dark and dreamy purple walls and spaces filled with echoes.
An ancient iron gate swings back and forth, signaling spontaneous visits from smiling friends.
Laughter and banter A room full of cheer Couch full of people Chair supposedly for one Until another would come near Squished into the soft chair cushions Adjust ever so to make room Now a chair for two
A movie playing All too familiar, and so Calm and content Embraced in warmth Comfort surrounds A frigid little soul Drawn ever closer To a source of peace
Sleeping soundly Against one so kind Resting in such a place There is somehow peace of mind
Half awake, sounds come in Fall mumbling upon small ears Quietly, he speaks but odd whispers They ask, but he knows not why Only that she is as a cat is, When one rests upon you No longer shall you move Remain here, in peace
The north wind blows upon the Sleepy Town oaks The whirling whispers louder than the Sleepy Town blokes Candles in the windows - the Sleepy Town hoax for the town is long deserted by the Sleepy Town folks The echo of former laughter from the Sleepy Town jokes The Autumn fog appears as if The Sleepy Town smokes Rain recalls the memory, as the Sleepy Town soaks, of liveliness forgotten by those Sleepy Town folks..