Tag: footsteps
-
In the Still Madness
In the still madness of night I came awake And listened to the whispers in the hall Footsteps coming and going, laughter in the dark…
-
Lights in the Trees
The lights in the trees hang higher now Soft thrills glow warmly within A song of the night approaching slow Cosmic footsteps unsure of what lies ahead
Mitchel David Ring 