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