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