Sunday, 9 September 2012

Midnight Hour

Midnight hour
it has all gone sour
music falls silent
there is no power
water falling freely
how good is this shower

Rain taps the window
water hits the glass
droplets of water
freshen the grass

Lay on the covers
as shadows pass each wall
lives of yesterday
skeletons and all

Whispers of years gone by
gentle echoes in my ear
memories like a moving picture
reflected on the wall
they once lived a life
fun filled hear them call

Pressed on their past
knowing that moments like this
would not always last
lives that they built
within these walls
enjoy each day to the full
was their call

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