It was a night like any other
completely ordinary, plain
filled with distant gray starlight
coolness and harvest moon,
quiet, empty, lonely...
That night in the waste-land
on the dry branch of a thunder stricken tree
two birds were standing together-one next to the other
watching the waste land in front of them
feeling the coolness of the night
and smelling the reek of the thunder stricken tree.
Their hearts were playing the melody of life.
Even on that burned branch
they were singing
rescuing each other,
surviving and enjoying themselves.
They never let any minute perish in nothingness.
In that moment-a magic was born
and before my eyes a mystery was formed
I was the one that saw it!
I was the one that felt it!
-Another minute had perished in front of my eyes.
If you think my eyes are beautiful, it's because they're looking at you.