Idle thoughts in random moments
Drift upon the vacant air
They flit about in lazy circles
Floating here, alighting there
Nothing’s ever truly lost
All the thoughts we’ve had remain
To fill an evening with regret
Or echo some forgotten pain
In woven mists of tender dark
They haunt the hollows of your sleep
In dreams they whisper soft and low
Of all the secrets that you keep
But in the mornings, then they gather
Memories of smoke and lace
Forming haloes ’round your head
To fill your day with light and grace
beautiful