The doves no longer cry.
Falling silent in their grief.
Indigo clouds fill the sky,
Your royal life was much too brief.
Sadness shrouds the melodies we hear
Lilac rhythms with sour wine
Honoring your dreams and fears
Shared with us by your brilliant rhymes.
Orchids and violets no longer bloom
Our gardens are now bare
We stare at an amethyst moon
Because, to you , nothing can compare.
Your magical words will forever live
As we mourn this musical pain
We treasure the poetry you chose to give
And cry in this purple rain.