As the purple shades
of twilight call
from across the garden walls.
I hear old loves reverie
calling out to me.
Old loves refrain
calling out your name
from a distant rendezvous
with you and only you.
The strains of violins
linger on the wind,
pulling at my heartstrings
whenever I think of you.
As the purple shades
of twilight call
from across the garden walls.
Calling out of love again
as the wind whispers your name.
31 March 2008
David Harris
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-the-purple-shades-of-twilight-call/
