Red was your love, my friend. Red was your pain.

And in this red I find myself drenched again.

Suffering through a valley of sighing mortals,

Your betrayal shines through-a beacon of hope;

With your glory, I try to paint my mural,

Till no longer can I take it on my own.

You were supposed to run beside me my friend

Even when I outrun you, even at the night’s end.

But now that the Age of the Dewdrops is past,

Will you paint your rainbow in my mind?

Now that my vision is blurring out so fast

Will you gaze the galaxies with me tonight?

And now I’m heading back to earth,

Don’t tempt me back again

And if I rush back into your arms

Through a field of yellow poppies

Don’t blame me for the rain…