Nighttime

    Tonight the wind comes from afar... And the night is made of silver light and the sound of the ocean.
    The long hair makes a silent - perfect - caress on the shoulders.
    Perfection has never been this close. We both can feel it.
    Yet, wishing it was all real, is a deeper way to feel, indeed.
    When the tears are silent and stronger than our consciousness
    The child borns silent and slowly once more, still scared
    But the same ocean eyes come, with love and a hand
    Silent promise of heaven
    The little girl is perfect. He touches her face, her long hair
    They're in a dream - in Rivendell
    However, the ocean still comes closer
    The young woman turns out to be a siren - but a good one.
    She sails with him. He pulls her black waters.
    The Phantom and Christine. The Poet and the Mermaid...
    Two angels lost in the tides of lust
    Beneath, the waters offers a eternal shelter.
    Holding hands, they fall into it - symphony and silence
    They dance... And the clock gives its last toll - and dies.

(Written in 01/26/2012 - 11:31 p.m.)