I Used To Be a Poet Series, Amethyst Eyes

I used to be a poet series #1 Inspired by Emily Dickenson Mixed rhyme Copied from my first book, Afternoon Tea. Amethyst Eyes Golden plains in sweet repose, hills and valleys stooped and rose to meet him on the golden plains. The rushing river knows the name of the man with Amethyst eyes. Sweet mountain with the softest gaze and river running at your base, the river song has moved on. Singing tunes old and gone to the man with amethyst eyes. Sweet mountain, now turn away, Idaho no longer holds the sway of dreams dancing in my head. Your sky in summer, ruby red, still, I search for amethyst eyes.