Move in
©Todd Warner Moore

They paint their faces
On this brand new place
With every new thing
They acquire.
Earthen tones
Seem to warm a home
Like the clay
Found in a fire.
Dye those chairs,
Put a table there,
Let the sun spill in the room,
When the evening comes,
Stand on the roof,
See the skyline and the moon.

When they move in,
They really move in,
Hearts and eyes,
Familiar compromise,
Clouds in the rearview mirror,
But it’s sunny ahead,
With occasional showers,
When everything’s a slate.
It’s all there to create,
It all comes down
To how you use the space.

Stainless steel,
Got a shiny feel,
Wooden blinds
From the window sill,
Restless thoughts,
Pans and pots,
Awaiting a meal,
Got a TV hanging
From the corner ceiling
And it’s trying not to protrude,
Garden chairs,
A flight of stairs,
A candle for the mood.

When they move in,
They really move in,
Hearts and eyes,
Familiar compromise,
Clouds in the rearview mirror,
But it’s sunny ahead,
With occasional showers,
When everything’s a slate.
It’s all there to create,
It all comes down
To how you use the space.

When it starts to bloom,
Every single room
Has a personality.
Chairs relate, coordinate,
Around a hardwood
Symphony.
It’s a beautiful thing,
When it starts to sing,
The windows take on wings.
Move the room,
With new perfume
Of possibility.

When they move in,
They really move in,
Hearts and eyes,
Familiar compromise,
Clouds in the rearview mirror,
But it’s sunny ahead,
With occasional showers,
When everything’s a slate.
It’s all there to create,
It all comes down
To how you use the space.