the power of music

When You Are Old


 

When You Are Old by William Butler Yeats

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,

And nodding by the fire, take down this book,

And slowly read, and dream of the soft look

Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,

And loved your beauty with love false or true,

But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,

And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,

Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled

And paced upon the mountains overhead

And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

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Purple Darkness


purple darkness
 Purple Darkness
A day that can be ruled by a kiss
A twist and a twirl with a Prince
I just wanted to touch your soul
I have no past, I need no future
A never-ending reign of dreams
To plunge into your fantasy
In wonderous memories of love remembered
Rip out and burn those false beginnings
A candle’s scent; to keep you company
I offered a gate into the wild of purple
With music that can make you dance till tomorrow
That is all I have to give, before the end of me
And after I’m gone, change what you please
But remember the color Purple –
 
 
And as the rain pours down hard . . .he lights a candle for his dreams –
Dedicated to Prince 
 
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