Like A Grand Old Chandelier

like a grand old chandelier,
you light up the room,
cutting through the clouds of gloom,
with the precesion of an Angels spear.

my eyes magnetised,
to the radiant rays of your beauty,
My skin tingles in teased delight,
you my chandelier are the brightest of lights

never dimming, never fading,
even when your light is sleeping,
your presence is still seeping,
into the ever welcome room
that is my heart.

by Not Long Left

Comments (1)

The song unseen has manifested itself in the lines of this poem and revealed your musical soul for all the world to appreciate. A very fine penning.Mary. Kind regards, Sandra