Edited because I turned it into a more authentic version of a sonnet — one that contains iambic pentameter and a volta. This was assigned to me last semester for extra credit, so I took my previous poem and tweaked it into a bona fide sonnet.
There was a magic in the wind tonight
Toned with a majestic violin strain
As her wild heartbeats join under the rein
Of its ruler, descendant of the night.
Her footsteps so bare and so light — so light!
For dreams in which I’m once more free and fain,
I long to catch and keep you, though in vain…
Suddenly she’s out of mind, out of sight.
…And night comes anon, but please do not yet depart.
There’s a fog-screen incoming — I’m seeing
A tale of my life, and you play a part.
You embody my evening throes of art,
For who else created your nymphic being?
Pixie, you snuck your way into my heart!