Yesterday I responded to four different twitter prompts with a four line rhyming stanza. This poem is the result of stringing them all together.
In the violet depths of midnight,
Beneath the dancing trees,
I am caught in a tangle of moonlight,
Enthralled by a magic breeze.
In a dream I hear you calling,
From a place I cannot see,
Beyond the dark horizon,
And the tossing, purple sea.
Though the garden’s full of roses,
Perfumed climbers full of grace,
I cannot part their curtain,
Their thorns obscure your face.
A mess of blossom frothing,
Where rose and jasmine weave,
With the scent of spring’s swift passing,
Hides the path you took to leave.