One thundery night,
When the sounds of beads filled my ears,
I discern a moment of peace
One that reminded me of being in the arms of Morpheus

I sat on what seemed like a sea of cotton;
I heard the cries of the faint violet skies,
All the more when it screamed,
And no longer did I feel my spirit lift

Contemplating on what the problem might be
I recognize the cries of plea
One that I knew of
One of thee

I sat in silence, once again
Perceiving all that I could feel
The cries came after a blaze of light
But all the more of what was inside

The thunderstorm was familiar;
It was someone that I knew
Sitting here, once again, in peace
Seeing that it was parallel to me