The soft mystery that pours from the sky
Swirling downwards...

All this time has passed but still those memories...
They come back screeching when they are least...

As the sunlight trickles in she sighs and moans
Rising, pushing back the soft white sheets...

With each new day
I blossom and forget...

I wear a deep purple line around my neck
As a permanent reminder...

Another trip to the land of corridors
New excuse at the ready...