As I Lay on the Couch of a Million Feathers
It's like the scent of perfume that causes you to reminisce-
"Lightning Crashes," and the candlelight incandescence.
My eyes zoomed in like a camera lens,
My attention focused in.
I listened as the wind blew through the door,
As it brushed its way passed the leaves
And carried the tune his fingers played amongst the chords.
I lay on the couch of a million feathers,
Trying not to stare over to my right too much,
So I wouldn't disturb the "stranger" with the serenading voice.
His voice is one you can trust,
Igniting the depths of my soul to be freed.
His music- a product of peace and
ecstatic energy when they combust.
Ridding my heart of all other needs.
It's the song from that day-
That reminds me of feeling that certain way.