When the night coughs lightly too The misty, humid air Between the dark harvest of shadows And that long eerie croon That rides upon the winds hollow flow Filling the night to the desperate The lonely, painful cry and tear That still resides to the dream world Half lost, half forgotten.
She sleeps her deep Where once the lavender tones confided And laid the will to blissful tones In serenades of fancy and delight That ravished her form Teased each aching throb And rested the deep metaphoric Ideal Of crashing waves and the fireworks explosions.
Now she wanders these dark narrow paths That daunts her horizons, entwine her thoughts With that haunting image of her faded heart That weeps upon the pools, midnight's facade And pours down to empty upon those long lost seas of hope. How far the soul travels in its long despair Its desperate want to feel once again The tranquil night of passions embrace.
How bitter the flow of the tyrants love That wears the mask of truth She hovered upon his every tale Lingered her breath there to his And danced the purple rays of dreams Where love so opened her free To dance, to dream and blindly see.
She sits alone in her tiny room Fearing the images that fill her so Tired for the want of blessed rest Yet fearing where dreams shall carry her soul To those old grounds of loves demise The painful moments, silent cries The day the world was torn and rendered barren The day her tears filled heaven.