Friday, September 26, 2008

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.

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