The Night is Miraculous |
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Author: crescendo | |
Rated: PG | |
We run through foggy marshes of miracles laughing in the mist everything around us is vague but, what can we do, the night is miraculous we are in love Behind our prancing feet there is a band of pristine silk it is a trail of our travels in the miracle it is the fine silk of memories woven by the silkworms; the synapses we know that these visions will fade with time; all memories do (should we hold back?) but, what can we do, the night is miraculous we are in love When I first saw you in the tundra of my life your eyes were so bright that they filled my entire vision I could see nothing else. your spirit came to me it came as a key a great brass skeletan key; devoid of devotion were you, too, searching? your key filled the hole in my heart I heard a click in my body, it was you I was alive like a doll, I turned flesh all of these realizations are dangerous but, what can we do, the night is miraculous we are in love When you unlocked me, I was suddenly opened the rusty doors were pulled back, I was revealed the password of adoration crumbled my mask. Here I am, a puny being! I was frightened of actualization but you thought I was beautiful. such a great password, it gave you total access the encryption stripped, I am exposed all securities fallen, all gates unlocked, I stand before a new world of my viewing I am naked, and not afraid I am in peril, and I do not care though invisible, love is a powerful sheild with it's confidence, I need no faux mask what should happen if destiny fails? Even stars decay but, what can we do, the night is miraculous we are in love Even for all of my shortcomings, you still revere me you place me on crumbling pedestals even love can bring falsehood I reach down and pull you up with me now we both stand upon a pedestal star-crossed lovers for everyone to scrutinize we are equal; we are one I want nothing more yet, still, you insist I am your citadel if I am your citadel, then you must be mine we have saved ourselves from certain destruction Two great pillars, side-by-side, arcing toward heaven, our arms sweeping the celestial bodies. what should we do if ever our buildings topple down? We would be ruined... (should we stop?) but, what can we do, the night is miraculous we are in love What should we do if ever our buildings topple down? My love, we shall rebuild them again after all, what can we do, the night is miraculous we are in love we are in love. | |