Perennial Movement II

I've been to hell and back again
And it was paradise
I saw foe and I saw friend
In her emerald green eyes
I witnessed darkness entwined
In the brightest shining light
And days begging for night

And I missed her, each new dawn, alone

Humble wishes inhabit the scream
And I do remember
Remnants of a dying dream so sweet
And so tender
Was the experience real or did I invent her

Yet I'll miss her, each new dawn, alone

Like a white feathered wing
Sweeping over my face
Where secrets did spring
Now swiftly replaced
I can't recall the time or the place

But I'll miss her, each new dawn, alone