Alongside the fire......
A dance in a ballet shoe,
A book on a cold window sill,
Untouched, Unread...
A still sheet of Music,
Ruffled by my breath...
A piano, Dusty and Old,
Unplayed from years Unknown....
A Creaky, Old, Wooden Floorboard,
Bringing back memories of Shiny, Black Polished Shoes....
A Yellowing, Ancient Tablecloth, Lacey, and perfect,
Convincing me of Fairy tales and Princesses.....
A Wind chime sounding in the Room,
Now, I can Hear Your Flute......
A Rusty Old Lock,
That was Never meant to be opened....
A Clock still Ticking,
Thinking " How Long it has been"......
A Little Shiver Down My spine,
Reminding Me of the Past.....
A Rustle of the Curtain,
And your Sweeping Gown.....
A Musty, Old Bookshelf,
Oh.. the Books You've Read......
A Tingle Down My spine,
Reminding Me; You're Gone......
Alongside The Fire....I still Remember,
A Dance In a Red Ballet Shoe.........
This is beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Nikki. :)
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