RSVP The windy hostess cloud and purple sun.
Leaves of melting seasons, every fern and poplar,
Make room in your turning calendar, days of Whispers
And secrets poised for a prince far beyond the sea.
Oh dancer in such a palace as this, table set, china readied
waiting for guests to arrive. Wild invisible chattering
her soiree takes on the afternoon, muddled Circus, curious fair,
silent mist and queen of spades all subject to direction,
waiting for her there.
My name is Ron, I'm a poet, writer and award winning songwriter. I've been writer since I was eight years old, I play guitar, bass, some piano. It's my life long dream to write professionally, I write short stories and I've also written two books.