The Quiet Room
As I walked into the room,
the fan turned slowly,
beating a gentle rhythm, singing a gentle tune
stirring the warm air overhead
while down below, blankets and crisp cool sheets,
opened onto a large fluffy bed
in the corner a small lamp burned low
columns of light danced in the air
and sunlight streamed thru half closed blinds
While A fly droned on somewhere
a low voice from the radio
talked on and on into the now emptied mind
The books pages blur , while the head starts to nod
And the feet propped up on a stool keep time
To a quiet room and a sleepy mind
Dreams gently called with wakefulness gone
Of lazy days and warm green places,
And the stars shone on into the night
While the heavens turned slowly in their eternal paces
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