Empty now with the soft hues of boy blue
Curtains moving with the draft of a previous spirit
Hollow echoes from the footsteps on the wood floor
The familiar scent, once discernable is no more.
An oasis from the very beginning
Lovingly designed by a creative mind
The view of the white capped river and
Seagulls landing inquisitively on the deck behind.
Standing like a sentry, waiting, and waiting
For the movement of a new physical form
To sit and connect with the vibe therein
Giving life and breath to its walls again.
Come stay with me awhile, and I will share
My peace, my tranquility, my breath of fresh air
The writer will leave reluctantly, but renewed
The Loft will have done its job, fair and square.
Lady Lorraine
Curtains moving with the draft of a previous spirit
Hollow echoes from the footsteps on the wood floor
The familiar scent, once discernable is no more.
An oasis from the very beginning
Lovingly designed by a creative mind
The view of the white capped river and
Seagulls landing inquisitively on the deck behind.
Standing like a sentry, waiting, and waiting
For the movement of a new physical form
To sit and connect with the vibe therein
Giving life and breath to its walls again.
Come stay with me awhile, and I will share
My peace, my tranquility, my breath of fresh air
The writer will leave reluctantly, but renewed
The Loft will have done its job, fair and square.
Lady Lorraine
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