Remember the purple sky,
Freckled with fanciful constellations?
Merely into existence.
Ebbing the drabness of the day.
A haze of lavender cloud,
Piercing the fabrics that fray.
Remember the sombre grey,
That set the shooting stars aquiver ?
Until it dragged the sky lower.
Impervious to the carnage above,
My thoughts, they burn,
Silently into smoke.
My spirits, they wander,
Through this endless night,