Musik: Alexander Villinger

             The room

And leave myself awhile for the room to touch and drink

The room is warm it can't be odd

It stays so young while we grow old

While winter argues at the windows

This nether place just yawns.

The air is mellow with busy sounds of notes and songs of long ago.

Now drowsiness comes to mind.

As the fire absorbs those in the room and caresses them within its womb.

The slow unending tick of an old clock restirs memories of days

When the room existed through a haze

The books of past expeditions line the walls, grown dusty with the need of their presence.

Thomases chair, busily embracing dreams of mice and birds and other cats.

Yawns to let him in and out, as the mood predicts

Smells of coffee line the air making others welcome but no break is possible

The room sees to that.

The world of busy people and busier streets, swirling with dead things, is worrying other places

But the room is alone

Slowly now the clock will step and all the things within this place will disappear and leave no trace

'Till those who've known and loved the room

Will meet again and in their talk

discuss the place and as they walk

The room appears inside their mind

To stay forever so warm and kind.

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There's One In Every Family

(Black Sheep to Genesis)

© Martin C. Davies, 1978