Night has served a sliver of silvery-white gentleness
on a platter of dark velvet diamanté
spangled with the stars...
A zephyr softly parts the curtains, and enters
the room after what seems like years of
a dull scorching summer...
I close my eyes and let my thoughts be
washed with the mauve of the jacaranda
and the pink of the trumpet flower tree...
and dream of the taste of spring many moons ago...
on a platter of dark velvet diamanté
spangled with the stars...
A zephyr softly parts the curtains, and enters
the room after what seems like years of
a dull scorching summer...
I close my eyes and let my thoughts be
washed with the mauve of the jacaranda
and the pink of the trumpet flower tree...
and dream of the taste of spring many moons ago...