Tie your heart at night to mine, love, and both will defeat the darkness like twin drums beating in the forest against the heavy wall of wet leaves.
Night crossing: black coal of dream that cuts the thread of earthly orbs with the punctuality of a headlong train that pulls cold stone and shadow endlessly.
Love, because of it, tie me to a purer movement, to the grip on life that beats in your breast, with the wings of a submerged swan,
So that our dream might reply to the sky’s questioning stars with one key, one door closed to shadow.
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