Marty Metcalf - Dusty Hallways

Dusty hallways empty chairs
Whispered shadows fuming
Rusted forays nothing there
Silent meadows looming
Taste of morning dew drops
The sound of water glades
Hastening all new stops
Time to draw the shades
Lonely island raging seas
Foreign beaches blowing
Growing inland aging knees
Hold the inches from growing
Walking through these night dreams
Open windows wide
Run through to moonbeams
Nothing left to hide but
Dusty hallways empty chairs
Dusty hallways empty chairs

Written by:
Martin Metcalf

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