Purple Winter Evenings

During the purple winter evenings
I will go into the darkness of my journey
To drape myself in the night of tomorrow's dew
I will wave my farewell to the unseeing eyes

I will follow paths not featured on maps
I will walk far beyond the horizon
I will be unable to speak about what I will see
Because the dust will not make my boots weary

I will take my madness away with me
It will keep me company on foreign roads
So, soon your torture will be over - no more madness! -
And the sun will fade my unfinished letters

- Sam Endavour