Candles oblige me, light me back
to the sea, for at night I lose my way
if not for the sound of surf, the salt-spray,
I’d be lost, tossed about as innocence in the squall,
fragile bones amid limber wind, snapped barely alive
except for the thought of you buried deep,
the last seed of hope that I know I’ll sow someday.
© Chagall 2016
Alphabet City 
simply beautiful
Thank you, Joanna. Very much appreciated. —CC
EYE am working on My Chandelier Lampshades at My Dining Room Table and Hunter is off work and were having a pleasant day — listening to classical music and thinking of Leonard Cohen and Trump
Sounds wonderful. Do you have a particular favorite era of Leonard Cohen?
No. I never really thought of Him in “Era.” I just enjoy His Music and have read some of His Poetry.