Don’t You Go

She sings in silent flowers,
High atop violet mountains,
Where the breeze will know her name.

And in the darkened fancy,
Beneath the shallow waters,
She calls out in a twilight tone.

Outside in blazing deserts,
The oasis just a mirage,
She brings me life in vibrant waves.

In the midnight hour, she comes to me,
Belladonna, don’t you go.

She dances in the jungles,
Of sneaking raindrops mellow,
And birds that give a siren’s call.

Within the icy winter,
Of seasons unforgiving,
She waits there ‘til the day is new.

And now the snow is melting,
Across the barren tundra,
She twists her way back to the sun.

In the midnight hour, she comes to me,
Belladonna, don’t you go.

Don't Be Silent

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