We walk silently in the night,
shimmering as silver dust,
with pounding hearts
and running tears
We walk silently
but steadily towards love´s house
and the thorns of the roses are bursting us open
on our way
We arrive
as we realize
we are both being born
and are given birth
to the very soul -
the House of Love
Through the human experience
light is traveling
all night long
Nothing to fear
only to state:
The night time traveller
is always safe in me
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