As the wind whispers

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.