Reviving Ophelia
The lily weeps and cries tonight.
The silence drowns and keeps,
Each broken heart that passes here
In search of easeful sleep.
I dreamt this dream a thousand times.
I dreamt I saw your face.
The sickly palour, robes of white,
The heart that you must hide from sight,
That daylight can’t replace.
You dreamt this dream once before
And still I do revive,
And try to draw from memory,
And through your eyes I try to see,
But you did not survive.
The days will lengthen as we speak,
But still we carry on.
I float upon these ideal thoughts
And pray my soul will not be bought
Though all my patience’s gone.
The lily weeps and stands alone.
The night does override
What shred of light did dwell right here
And passion won’t subside.
We speak of truth and purity.
We give what we can give.
Beneath the cynics’ piercing gaze
Forced to repent our sinful ways,
In struggling to live.
Ophelia – a life that was lost
When it was in full bloom.
And I submit to apathy
And ask you now to set me free
From this impending doom.
For as you die, I die each night
As anger strikes me down.
Forced to fall upon my knees,
Until my heart no longer bleeds
And in my blood I drown.
The lily cowers, full of fear
The storm is now above.
But still she waits here patiently
To feel the wrath of love.
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