KEEP YOUR EYES CLOSED

splendiferoushoneyby Martin at hipydeus

 

The past calls.

A past filled with parties.

Balls held at the castle.

Dancers in the moonlight.

Close your eyes.

A carriage waits for you.

You arrive at the castle.

Footmen escort you.

You ascend the staircase,

wearing your new ball gown.

A man leads you to the dance floor.

Close your eyes.

Yes, it is a dream.

Keep your eyes closed,

and sway to the music.

THE EMPTY STAIRCASE

 

I close my eyes to sleep,

and what do I see?

The staircase from my past.

The stairs from my

elementary school.

I can hear the children’s voices

as they climb the stairs to classes.

I hear their shouts as they descend

to the basement for lunch.

I can’t see their faces.

I only hear their voices.

The staircase waits for me.

If I return,

will my dream go away?

I drift back to sleep and

dream of the empty staircase.

SING ME A SONG

 

SING ME A SONG

 

Sing me a song.

Write a melody

Of times gone by

And moments lost in time.

Stroke the keys.

Massage the ivories.

Raise your voice high

So I can hear your words.

Words of hope and loss.

Sing them loud and clear.

Stories of faraway places

And times that are gone.

I close my eyes.

I can hear your words.

I see your fingers

Stroking the keys.

The words take flight.

They reverberate through time.

They leave your lips

To land on mine.

A sweet melody

To soothe my advancing years.

A pretty song

To fill my empty heart.