they spoke of lemon-scented valleys
and zephyred nights when a lover's
eyes would climb balconies just for
one glimpse of her
dance the stars on serenaded breath
That is a striking title, Maria. I like the casual yet sensual element you’ve incorporated into this compact verse, or should I say, visual escapade. Good use of metaphor with a Shakespearian touch.
"they spoke of" - what a fine beginning - it speaks of legends and tales worth telling and retelling. You delight the senses in this one and the last line is magic.
