Awake At Last - a Darren White Production
Silent nights and sleepy mornings
carry your best through our song
blown soft in the wind of change.
Heart, sweet
giving all in which you breathe
a gracious gift, freely
words of wisdom, encourage
the sombre tones of grey
beheld
but not desired
Smiling sun, sleepy still
behind marshmallow clouds,
sitting low in the sill.
Fragrance, sweet
perfume caresses me,
half asleep,
with hands gesturing
a patch of fog, shreds of memory,
rags ripped in corners
tattered but you and I still laugh
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2017
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