On a Red Couch
Softly she strums, head bent
juggling the words
black scribbled on white
in the heat of the day
she wishes for night
Softly she hums, head bent
as twilight descends
and covers the bed
she chases the tunes
rolling inside her head
Softly she sings, head bent
the mists of her past
cloud the moon from it's light
and she sighs twice as deep
as the dark of her night
Softly she cries, head bent
the whistle of tea
in the kettle refrains
along with her muse
alone in her pain
But then softly she smiles, head bent
for the presence of he
in the heart of her she
trades her past with her present
instead
For Rachel, thank you for all you've shared with us this week in Kew.
xoxox
~Lace~
juggling the words
black scribbled on white
in the heat of the day
she wishes for night
Softly she hums, head bent
as twilight descends
and covers the bed
she chases the tunes
rolling inside her head
Softly she sings, head bent
the mists of her past
cloud the moon from it's light
and she sighs twice as deep
as the dark of her night
Softly she cries, head bent
the whistle of tea
in the kettle refrains
along with her muse
alone in her pain
But then softly she smiles, head bent
for the presence of he
in the heart of her she
trades her past with her present
instead
For Rachel, thank you for all you've shared with us this week in Kew.
xoxox
~Lace~
4 Comments:
Hi Lace,
glad you posted this on your blog. Lovely.
Kew was really exciting and special wasn't it?
Boo you.
This is really beautiful (kewtyfull- i used to say that as a teen!).
Not trite and so what if it rhymes?
Wish you were going to ASH hon.
It won't be the same without YOU my dear.
xxxx
Hi Lace! Nice to see a new post from you...it's been a while. I've never heard of Kew...I'm assuming it's in England somewhere?
Found you thru a common interest in Carolyn Arends...
Nice piece.
Dave
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