An Autumn Melody

"Burnt leaves strewn across my heart

A corner stone disguised in darkness

The tinge of a burnt summer sun

And the voices sing to the wind

A window pane frosted blue

The rusted tune of a vintage melody

A swirling tornado of memories

And the voices sing to the wind"

- Purple Rain

TLB - The Leather Boutique

The ominous blast of thunder shattered the silence. She stood quietly on the old wooden porch and twirled her long coal black locks around her fingers, willing time to move quicker. Her olive skin was flushed with the memory of a broken champagne glass and dried up roses.  The scent of leather crept into the sultry summer air and she dreamed of home… home where the clouds tell stories and the sunbeams dance and every day is a song.