Just To Hear Your Laughter Poem by Shirley Harrison

And as the day grows old

so does the laughter

laughter that's fading

into the pink dusky sky

making its journey home



echoing through the clouds

sneaking over the dozing rainbows



until at last the great moon arrives

and the final theatre of the day

takes to the great stage bright



another day has come and gone

and as I lay my head to rest

on my soft pillow

I'm forever grateful

of awakening into another new dawn



lost in a moment, time stands still

a gracious silence

before the great encore

of sunrise


just to hear your laughter.