“But I looked down through spinning air filled with frangipani and rock and roll and saw how quickly you are alone…”

The beauty of a frangipani/plumeria/champa flower is possibly one of the only blooms that equals it’s magnificent fragrance. You would have captured it’s scent before carried by moonlight on warm, moist summer evenings. Have you smelt the franjipani? Sweet, magical, … Continue reading “But I looked down through spinning air filled with frangipani and rock and roll and saw how quickly you are alone…”

Scrapbook {13th June 2011}

Sudden Light I HAVE been here before, But when or how I cannot tell: I know the grass beyond the door, The sweet keen smell, The sighing sound, the lights around the shore. You have been mine before,— How long ago I may not know: But just when at that swallow’s soar Your neck turned so, Some veil did fall,—I knew it all of yore. Has this been thus before? And shall not thus time’s eddying flight Still with our lives our love restore In death’s despite, And day and night yield one delight once more?  ~ Dante Gabriel Rossetti Continue reading Scrapbook {13th June 2011}