Whispers of the Daylight

Whispers of the Daylight - Dustaro

There was a little shop where the morning light
Fell soft on the counter in the quiet of first light
Neighbors shared their stories as the old bell chimed
And he'd joke “één ons gebak” every single time
Children in the doorway, growing steady in that place
Warmth upon the windows, love in every face

Sundays in the kitchen, with the ham and eggs laid out
Didn’t matter if you’d slept or if your head was full of doubt
Together meant together, tired eyes or not at all
Family gathered closely in that little dining hall
Laughter in the mornings, simple moments made them shine
Memories unfolding one soft breath at a time

And the steel guitar remembers
Every sunrise on those days
All the love and all the laughter
In the quiet, gentle ways
Though the years keep moving forward
Still the echoes softly stay
In the whispers of the daylight
Nothing ever fades away

Market days were brighter when the dancers filled the street
Music lifting spirits, turning silence into heat
Hamburgers on the griddle, stories stirring in the air
Little jokes like “kikkurt” drifting lightly everywhere
Before the world grew heavier, those memories took hold
Moments lit the neighborhood with light that never grows old

Later came the children of the children once again
Tiny hands and little footsteps running through their home with them
Dresses laid out gently by a mother’s caring hand
As a daughter left her doorway for a life she’d always planned
And the man who stood beside her felt the world begin to blend
Past and present glowing softly where the road began to bend

Some numbers hold a meaning
That the heart just seems to know
Like a quiet little signal
In the way the daylights glow
Thirteen in the morning
Thirteen whispered like a sign
Moments pointing gently
To the space between the lines

And when the evenings quieted
And the world had slowed its pace
He rested in the warmth
Of that familiar, loving place
As the days grew calm and tender
we stayed close through every breath
Holding on together
In the hush before the rest
Hands within his hands
In the early morning’s beam…
And he slipped into the silence
like a soft and peaceful dream

And the steel guitar remembers
Every sunrise on those days
All the love that shaped a lifetime
In the gentle, quiet ways
Though the house stands still without him
Every echo seems to say
In the whispers of the daylight
He is never far away