The house is still, with a magic quiet
That lets me hear the shadows of the past
How well I love to think of them
The dusty memories long since gone
And put to rest
By other folks; all but some
Who, like me, sit and wait in quiet's grasp
Content to listen (and smile again)
And let the present be the past
For just one lingering dream-filled hour,
And then perhaps be on our way
Busy with our thoughts of now
We'll pause again on another day
To see what we'll have missed
Tomorrow.........
