Quiet Footsteps
A velveteen hue paints the long hall,
a subtle glance from the morning sun
awakening along with quiet footsteps
Drapes try to darken a lost night
where two winks were only a dream
and the day refused to remain at bay
Hush and fly away my beautiful songbird
for the tune you play cannot be heard
fly away my bird and let the restless be
Come back when a new day breaks
when pumpkin spice fills the horizon
and I'll let you climb again into my heart
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2016
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