Violet mist plays gently,
Wraps around my lonely soul,
Whispered words upon your lips,
Stories left untold.
Standing steadily upon a cloud,
It rocks me off to sleep,
Where I can dream the sweetest dream,
Of Love that's mine to keep.
Until the thunder beckons,
And the storm clouds gather round,
The bitter call of love gone wrong,
The dreamer makes no sound.
In the splatter of the first few drops,
Your whispered words are free,
The beauty of the life we shared, That wasn't meant to be.
The pain of loss brings sorrow,
An ache that cuts so deep,
That even in the moon drenched night,
A lover never sleeps.