Love.

91 8 5
                                    

In my darkest hour of sorrow and despair.
When my heart could no longer go on.
The soul of your hand reached out to me.
Pulling me into a warm embrace of your love.

The sound of your music nursed my broken pieces off the floor.
As you tried to get me to stand in the Purple Rain with you.
I shook my head as I stood watching you from the sidelines.
Nonetheless, you continued to caress me softly with your guitar.

You brought a special kind of peace to my troubled spirit.
I knew I could always sing with you when times got tough.
Despite the heartbreak of the reality, you were never too far away.
When the night had fallen, when my heart tried to sleep, I dreamed of you.

I'm still looking through the window to your soul.
The archive that you left behind, filled with notes.
I turn each page excitedly as I discover what you are.
You were a Prince, a legend, but still a human being.

As I slowly climb up the hill of my trials and tribulations.
I know you are strolling beside me, your hand on my back.
Guiding me with a gentle clear whisper, "I believe in you"
A bitter-sweet smile evident on my face as I sigh deeply.

Because these hardships will only ever be mountains and the sea.
My mind shall close with the smashed vision of the perfect picture.
Although I still dream of heaven, as I wish to see you once more.
I take comfort, for your existence is in a world of never ending happiness.

So rest well, my dear. I'll be laughing with you in the rain soon.

I Wonder U.Where stories live. Discover now