NIGHT IN PARADISE

 

The night is veiled in purple.

My lady walks with her long, black mane

Upon the dew-clad reeds, tall, smooth and supple,

To the gazebo in the moonlit rain.

She smiles at the grass

As the soft, sweet zephyrs gently pass

The greenery by the gondola where she longs for a kiss.

Such is of the night, and only this.