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 this one rates right up there with your poem that made the top 500 list..... I have to steal Ann's words and say YES very gentle and sweet
Excellent so gentle and sweet. What would poetry do without love. Kind regards Ann
Loves old refrain, romantic number again.. Andy 10.. See the low score idiots have been at it again.. Sigh
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lyrical nostalgic write David with some gracious images and a romantic heart. Beautiful. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥