4Days and nights of passionate longing
And lonely hours of deliberation
Rolling by me ceaselessly
As your haunting presence lingers on...
My soul wanders in unvoiced wonderment,
For even the darkest purple clouds will clear,
Even the stormiest purple nights will see dawn
And peaceful golden sunshine will triumph.
But as locks of hair obscure my face,
Your prevailing presence obstructs the sun...
The starless skies blanket me
As I sink into oblivion...
And within the folds of my turbulent dreams,
I lie among the blossoms of hope
Among the blooming purple daffodils
I lie in my quiet slumber.
But as I awaken, comprehension dawns
That I will never awaken to reality
As purple storm clouds still prevail
And sunshine has yet to triumph...
Living withing the folds of my dreams,
Lying among the blooming daffodils,
My bleeding wounds cry for the grave
For this desolate slumber is eternal.
Your haunting presence lingers on...