You said you dreamt of a girl
With purple hair
Who liked to listen to Leonard Cohen.

She would love you like no other.

You would share your stories
And with your words
Soon, you would hold heart,

Hold it in your heart forever.

On the anniversary
Of your father's death,
You came to her with a black bag

And Leonard's "Book of Longing."

You laid together,
Only inches apart.
The girl nervously waited,

And watched a new day dawning.

Slowly and softly,
With a deep voice,
You read to her

Page by page, in her bed.

It was then she thought,
If perhaps...
She had dreamt of you,

She felt free to kiss you instead.

You said,
"Don't be alarmed,"
And showed her your scars,

She showed you hers in her words.

A thousand kisses deep,
She would love your darkness.
She would know you,

Chapter and verse.

With a sheepish grin and bright eyes,
Against the bathroom wall,
You called her,

"Exquisitely beautiful."


But when purple faded
To mousy blonde,
Leonard played on repeat.

And the girl was no longer useful.


You lived your life as if it were real.

nicely done!

I love Leonard Cohen.

Enjoyed this.

No doubt about it, the lady can write...It a keeper Truth!

Thanks, ladies and gent.