The murmur of hundreds of voices
Swells and subsides in gentle waves
Beneath the high arches of the ceiling;
Scraps of conversation float over tables,
Caress ears, tug lightly at strands of stray hair,
And trickle lazily to the anthracite stone floor;
Words swirl like snowflakes through soft, yellow light
And melt in the comfortable warmth
Of the familiar company of strangers
Into fond memories
Of our University dining hall.
The murmur of hundreds of voices
Swells and subsides in gentle waves
Beneath the high arches of the ceiling;
Scraps of conversation float over tables,
Caress ears, tug lightly at strands of stray hair,
And trickle lazily to the anthracite stone floor;
Words swirl like snowflakes through soft, yellow light
And melt in the comfortable warmth
Of the familiar company of strangers
Into fond memories
Of our University dining hall.
Thank you! And thanks for the Llama! (I had to look up what that is, actually. Everything's so new. So much to discover. ) I really liked that feeling of going forwards without leaving the past behind in "Old Souls". I can relate to several of the things you mention. It's really a poem to be enjoyed.
I'm sure it will. Can’t be sure yet, but I think it might become an all-time favourite. I love those. I keep rereading my favourite stories, poems and quotes. Good things just stay with you.