In quiet rooms, where shadows fall,
His words, they dance, a gentle call,
Through mundane moments, he reveals,
The hidden truths, the heart that feels.

Each line a brushstroke, soft and clear,
Painting life’s scenes, both far and near,
With wit and wisdom, he dissects,
The ordinary, he reflects.

From morning coffee to evening’s rest,
His poetry’s a subtle quest,
To find the magic in the plain,
And bring to light life’s sweet refrain.

Billy Collins, with tender grace,
Invites us to a tranquil place,
Where every word, both light and deep,
Awakens dreams from their sleep.