I was laying there wondering,
watching diamonds float by,
chandeliers in my eyes,
candle wax on my skin and
the heat from them all drifted out,
lifted in.
Gifted by evening to lay here alone
honing my skills, by
dodging candle wax spills.

Every facet, a caveat encloses
every diamond to hearts full of roses,
trips start with a fall
I lay here or there and watch it all play out,
a round of about and back to the start.

Glass beads stare with feeling somewhere
off the ceiling,
no diamonds, no jewels
flies eyes and in colour makes
all seem much duller than mine.
fools who will duel over glasses of wine
with sabres at eight
breakfast waits only for one.

Pure and random, back on the tandem
room for another to smother the leather
of the saddle.