The Present
Song by Roie Shpigler
Within the crevices of our existence
Lies the warmth
The woven crochet blanket
The wisdom shared by the gentle sound of The fireplace crackles
As the wood burns
And the aromas of our past
Intertwine with the dreams of tomorrow,
We find ourselves in that moment
Ignoring the cold that knocks on our door
And the breeze that seeps in from the window
Snuggled with the pillows of the now,
We exchange a knowing,
Innocent glance,
A spark that could melt the frozen silence
How many times have you found yourselves caught up in everything else
But this very instance?
So here’s a reminder
To stay in the four walls of the present
Because it’s the biggest gift there is
Lies the warmth
The woven crochet blanket
The wisdom shared by the gentle sound of The fireplace crackles
As the wood burns
And the aromas of our past
Intertwine with the dreams of tomorrow,
We find ourselves in that moment
Ignoring the cold that knocks on our door
And the breeze that seeps in from the window
Snuggled with the pillows of the now,
We exchange a knowing,
Innocent glance,
A spark that could melt the frozen silence
How many times have you found yourselves caught up in everything else
But this very instance?
So here’s a reminder
To stay in the four walls of the present
Because it’s the biggest gift there is