I can call you
where my darkness meets yours,
the dead poet living in my dreams.
we ran through rainy nights
behind doors that tooks us
to nowhere
where we lied on the ground
speaking words for mankind
so they could listen to bird songs by day
we sang in the deepest hours of the night
and let our voices be heard
by those who could never listen
to our enraptured humming
let the night be free,
so the we can dance
when the rest can't see
what surpasses us all
no one will ever listen
but our sounds rely
on echoes where vision has no reach.
We shall dance when music stops,
we shall compose the anthem
that we will sing along
in nights of summery days
after midnight.
oh freedom,
I missed you...
you were living by night
When the day set you free