Tonight, we are alone. Tonight, amid all the noise, we find something like silence, the sound of beatings hearts, soft and quiet, overwhelms all the music and chaos. Your eyes, they are my stars. Tonight, your voice is the music of the spheres.
My lover is the night; her veil of hair covers me in sweet darkness.
Tonight, we are alone. We are one.
And when the night has settled into soft dreams, I dream of the night, of my night, my sweet darkness, alone with my lover in my arms. And her sweet hair’s like the veil of night.
Tale Told 