moment zinger

A previous night.

Octobers creeping presence is strong.
Vino flows next to the warmth of candle light.
Parisian Persuasion reins for a hallows eve costume delight.

With all the windows swung open,
perched a top these dusty hills,
cool air flows through the Barrett home.
I sit, while my mind wanders within it's own self.
Completely haunted by a certain heart.