Where the Blue Gentain Bloom
She waits...
For the sound of trampling hoofs
Dreams of royal purple fade to lavender
She waits...
For the echo of his distant voice
Like the evening star that holds all promises
Dare she roam the valley where the blue gentian bloom
She waits...will his esprit break the silence
Of desert nights
Once upon a time
He was the horseman of her dreams
A life interrupted like a sentence in midthought
Seperated by the crystal waves of the sea
Prison bonds stronger than Alcatraz
Keys as useless as velvet slippers
On the feet of a firewalker
Hopes rise from
the ashes
A mixture of fire and ice
She waits...
For Providence to open locked doors
Memories vivid as lavender sunsets fading to pink
Just as certain as the evening star that
Rises above Superstition Peak
Her eyes still shine
And imagine his tall shadow standing
At the garden gate...
Where the blue gentian bloom
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