In The Stillness
By butch
In the sleepy town where the street lights don't change after midnight In the quiet neighborhood where the oak trees have grown forever In the simple house where his grandfather stayed before the town became In the antique bed where he lay in love with the tender woman In the warm home where lived the children shared by the two The man lies alone; In the worn heart where love still grows and memories reside In the tired body where beats the heart and blood still flows In mind yet sharp where ideas evolve and dreams still come In the gentle hands where feeling dances and yearning still shapes In the total darkness where soft breathe sounds and life still hangs The man awaits fate...... Written February 20th, 2002 © on Feb 20 2002 01:54 PM PST 10 • 0 • 1
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"In the sleepy town..."