Sugar castles

If we lived in castles made of sugar,

we couldn't cry real tears.

So let's smile happy smiles

so the sugar won't dissolve.

Today has been laced with an Amethyst sky

and songs that could be the ghosts from the

doll houses of my girlhood.

D.A.R.L.I.N.G.

Precious,

silent one,

I love you.

You fill all the empty spaces,

you see.

I've worn fairy dust on my eyes all week,

just for you.

Under the amethyst sky.

I'll always be yours,

your pearl

your princess

your girl

always always always

Monday

Amazing,

how quickly October has become

a ghost.

All these

minutes

      hours days

melting like the wicked witch .

My heart is full,

full of things left unsaid,

undone.

The poetry always starts

then  stops with my faraway dreams.

Sometimes I just feel like a cello

waiting to be played,

all those notes you never

got

the

chance

to

make

99 %

Today,

1% summer,

99 % rain.

Good old British summer,

roasting hot one minute,

chucking it down in torrents the next.

These mornings ,

we've taken to having our breakfast

al fresco,

and the same with our evening meal.

It's so lovely,

eating out in the garden

with just the birdies for friends.

Go away rain.

I want the sun and the breeze and songs on the radio back.

Todays photo, taken by me.

Somewhere in Paris, last year.