It was a mood I had a while ago,
when nights were warm, sheets moving in a breeze
that brought in scents of flowers so exquise,
I just let my imagination flow.
A violin played somewhere in the street,
a slow and tender tune that filled my mind
with dreams of happiness and love, the kind
that all our weary minds in darkness need.
They mingled with the laughter of the night,
I was in greener fields I’d ever seen,
or climbing mountains where I’d never been,
while all around me everything was bright.
The morning greeted me with rain and cold,
and lesser joy than in my dreams was told.
not sure this is a sonnet…