A Padlocked World

Violette light seeps,
between frail, pale trees,
merging stars weeps,
the breath an icy breeze,

exquisite fingers cling,
statuesque lashes blink,
a blossoming, changing thing,
that makes you stop and think,

where to place your foot,
in the velvet carpet of moss,
eyes black as soot,
laces past lies across,

a thin sheet of blue,
lies in the empty air,
it starts to fall askew,
as vibrations start to tear,

vines entwine round rocks,
that line a pitless pond,
a plunging stone ripples shocks,
a glittering form of respond,

clouds of wispy grey,
the hair crowning leaves,
that the moon shall betray,
to shine what silver achieves,

tiny midges glint a light,
in front of my closed eyes,
translucent tantalizing sight,
locked up in my head in disguise,