The voices are calling us,
Me and you,
Telling us not to break the connection,
To follow the stars
In their endless search
Of the moon, cold and distant,
And yet beautiful,
To see the truth
That lies hidden deep within,
To hold on, and never change the route,
Like we once did.
Like Ophelia, in a dress all wet,
And flowers in my hair,
I reach out for your hand,
And you,
You reach out for mine,
Still afraid and not believing,
The rain dripping from your hair,
And your skin smells
Of autumn, pain and myrrh,
You walk through the mist,
Cutting the shade
Like a knife cuts the air,
The rain washes your face,
And it seems you are crying…
Into the Unknown 