Audio and Video Music:
|Tonight there are no stars. The air seems
Wild with hunger. All night it remains
Evening. Desire seems almost like regret.
Not even ecstasy will calm us. Let
The singers fill the darkness. Our games
Yield only hours. We wait. Time redeems.
To dream's the calling of a youth, yet
Who dares call together all those dreams,
Or touch the ones selected for the flames?
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon
Audio and Video Music: Bittersweet.