Two Voices In The Night

Two voices entwined in the night

And it owned them whole, though it set them free

Two voices and no one heard quiet

What the world did hear, what the world did see

Two voices, in two separate beds,

Two hearts, one soul pounding in two heads

Two throats at the mercy of tears

Courageous, strolling on a path of fears

All cleansed away, the night made sure

That with their own hands they find a cure

To all what has gone wrong, all the love

They’ve been denied, all what they strove-

For ended there at the feet of the dark

All the magic landed in this spark

And it lit up a light beyond the visible

''Hold me'' she said, but that wasn't feasible

So he held her in the only way possible,

He stretched his lung and got his heart

And it flowed, so sweet, pure like a start

Of a symphony, Oh sweet symphony

Engulfing us in your infectious harmony

What do you inflame but the stagnation

Of our souls, Symphony of passionate salvation

Beautiful enough to torment us,

Magical enough to make us

Forget all what the world can ever teach us

And drown in this bottomless ocean

Of knowledge, hand crafted wells of emotion

Neatly placed near the graves of childhood

Nearly traced all the way up by the sand

Almost dry, but not quiet,

Because the night is here, and when the night

Looks upon two voices and smiles,

The sand can’t dry this well, no matter how it piles,

The well swells up still and births a flood

Of faith and fire running high in our blood

There has to be more, it has to be longer

There has to be a way to make the moon stronger

For once and forever,

Break off every tether,

And lose all daylight in a rhyme,

Lose all daylight; it's just dead time,

Lose it in my hand, lose it in my eyes

Lose all what you can, for no body dies

When they allow themselves the freedom

To conquer the realms of a mythical kingdom

In their own selves, in their place,

But tonight acknowledges not time nor space

The hands of god has looked upon my prayers few

They’ve looked upon your prayers too

And I could hear the angels promising

That what I asked won't be for long missing

I just didn't care as to what they sang,

For opposite to my bed is where all my dreams hang,

Few short steps away,

Yet further than the light of day

Two voices in the darkness of the night

And he said, I will not survive a lonely bed

So would you rather stay instead,

If I promise I won't say goodnight?