I had this dream, this vivid dream,
of a lady in purple and white.
She smiled at me, or so it seemed,
and took me to a place where stars collide.
Then she quietly left with the sunrise.
All the colors faded to gray.
Skies adopted the shine of her blue eyes –
they vanished like tears in the rain.
She will be far, so very far,
a flower on a distant moon.
I’ll be calling her name
with the voice of a broken guitar,
till every single note goes out of tune.
The days will fly away as I grow older,
many strangers will pass nearby,
but I’ll still sing the words I never told her,
and hear the sound of her early goodbye.