Purple Lace

Night weaves a web of purple lace

in window of twilight's hour

As dancing shadows embrace

In belfry of a moonlight tower.

 

Lavender mist begins to swirl

as gloaming begins to fade

The Spanish moss begins to curl

 secret whispers in night cascade.

 

Violet eyes in dark of night

watch as scent of magnolia creep

Passion begins to tenderly bite

free spirits of restlessness weep.

 

Night weaves a web of purple lace

By morning dew there is no trace.

 

 

Author's Note

thank you for reading...Rose

Reviews

[Sharon L.H. Kelly]

This is beautifully written. So much detail, imagery, and sensuality - and then the spell is broken "by the dew of morn." Lovely pen!

[SyberRose]

Thank you Sharon...I appreciate your nice comments...SyberRose

[Will Neill]

Wistfully wonderful SyberRose.
Will

[SyberRose]

Thank you Will...and for peeking in today...I appreciate it...SyberRose

[ANTO]

Oh yes Rose! So much sensuality and intrigue in the night. This is deliciously dark and romantic. Wonderful imagery by a master-weaver of nature's weaver. And who can resist purple lace?
Luxurious piece my dear friend.
x

[SyberRose]

Thank you so much Anthony...and so glad you enjoyed this piece...thanks for peeking in today...xo