tales of the day remain
scattered about the floor
spill out into the hall
leaving a trail throughout the house
leaving a trail of thoughts
thoughts resting where they
drifting on the desire w/o life
remains of a day now put behind
children lay at rest
dreams forming
making magic of the day’s experiences
door creaks open ray of light from hallway’s lamp
lays across the floor pointing to the
hearts that lay sleeping
loving eyes watch embracing and blessing
doors close gently two meet
stand listening clock ticking
distant sounds of cars
racing about life’s night
content together with the
sound of their own hearts
together feeling filled
they drink the richest of
God’s blessing there
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