Goodbye little dreamer

There’s a place under the moonlight,
Beside the old stone henge,
Where the rain finds its comfort
In the blanket of secret tales.
I’ll string this into a song some day,
And I’ll sing away the pain.

Goodbye little dreamer,
Goodbye you elusive stray,
I will scribe for you the world you missed,
And the places you didn’t traipse.

There’s a time of the day,
When the sky bleeds a golden ray,
You can hear the murmur of the wind,
As it showers the cotton in the air.
I’ll paint this for you on the dark canvas
Of his hope-rimmed gape.

Goodbye little dreamer,
Goodbye you elusive stray,
When this summer ends and I’ll reminisce,
My beautiful stranger, you shall be missed,
I know this wasn’t your dream.
But in the summer blossom you shall remain,
And In every grey overcast and in every first rain,
In every word and every tune you shall always resonate.

You nameless star,
Shining amidst the caped facade,
This wretched world wasn’t fit for your light,
You would be a heathen in this carnival,
A prophecy, a sacrifice, a flighty folly of life,
For them you had to pay a price.
Not in vain in the darkness you will shine,
Like a flickering flame on a cold windy night,
You will remain in the shadows a silent guide,
For faltering steps at the crossroads of their lives.