By Andrew R. Duckworth
Golden orbs of twirling light,
Held by golden cups
Above the breakfast table.
At night, it must be the only fire
Beaming rays from up
Above the dinner table.
Like stars, but pouring down more light,
The chandelier provides for sight
Until the morning sun returns
Pushing aside bleak concerns.
Golden orbs of twirling light,
Held by golden cups
Above the breakfast table.
The Writings of Andrew R. Duckworth 