Mrs. Chandelier

Mrs. Chandelier she was called in those partsshe hosted many a party for the elite folk in grand halls and boathouses and yatchstook pride in her looks and lots of photos Mrs. Chandelier was a socialite (no butterfly)confident, personable and a muse to many artists and painters who'd recreate her smile Her best friend- her… Continue reading Mrs. Chandelier


Passing through

This is a night for sad songs...a good cry, silences, melancholy. Wars have ended sooner, I sigh, sins overlooked, and leap years gone by. Not one, but ten thousand thousand suns risen and set; phases of the moon on a never-ending loop. Passing through. People have grown, birds from nests flown, smouldering dreams still smoulder… Continue reading Passing through