Blesséd Beyond Bedlam (DAHLIA Suite)

This arrangement of Blesséd Beyond Bedlam pays homage to DAHLIA by GHØSTKID.

Listen to Blesséd Beyond Bedlam by Richard Charles Stevens (DAHLIA Suite)

Never make me sane
Should this love be deemed as crazed
Never ever wake me from this dream
For I have no wish to escape
The very second daylight beckons
Spirit me away
And I shall draw the curtains
Pull the drapes
To permeate luxuriated scene
Permeate luxuriated scene
(Seen)
.
The sun doth rise adored whence drawn in shadowscapes
Fed not by the hand of fate but destinies that we create
Our needs be great
To kiss
To chase
Embrace the one fine day we make a daisy chain from pains that may remain in fraying veins ablaze
.
Freeing every trapped nerve of desire underlined
Seeking that which seemingly could never be acquired
Steeped in ultraviolet rays reflective of aspiring gaze
We creep like sprig of ivy through the haze of faded yesterdays
.
Go gentle into each good night
Rage hard against the day
You have my word the dying light will guide our sighted way
Gleam of summer shalt subside the winters of thine disarray
Fallen springs indeed shalt bloom again
.
Never make me normal
If I may remain informal
Never ever wake me from this dream
.
Over hill and hollow
Where the eyes scarce dare to follow
You will see me in the garden standing bold
You will hear the deity Psalm
Taste the grape of greeting palms
You will feel my shielding arms of calm around your beating heart
Nested where we’re best placed to forget the stress of desperate days
We left back with regrets at the neglected phase
You will scent my healing balm in charm of weeping scars adorned
Oh sweet child of blesséd fortune born
.
Go gentle into each good night
Rage hard against the day
You have my word the dying light will guide our sighted way
Gleam of summer shalt subside the winters of thine disarray
Fallen springs indeed shalt bloom again
.
Thine fertile womb shalt birth and groom the perfume of improving lands
Waking to our sweet dream steeped in grand
.
Nowise scorned by crown of thorns upon thine furrowed brow
Garments torn by varmints mourning grandeur of thine hallowed gown
Gone the frown so long unsound
Longing downed
Belonging now
On the up and up
Thine cup it overflows with song profound
.
Never make me normal
If I may remain informal
For the form that we display
Is our regenerative portal
Awful thoughts dissuaded
For we altered course and made it
To a place where all terrain is elevated
.
Go gentle into each good night
Rage hard against the day
You have my word the dying light will guide our sighted way
Gleam of summer shalt subside the winters of thine disarray
Fallen springs indeed shalt bloom again
.
Bloom again
.