The night kisses more sweetly than a thousand nightingales

we'll jump in time to the sound of footsteps falling falling up and sideways.
the key thought is secrecy embraces in itself.
and thoughts vanish under it's wings and motion blurs and passion is but vapor.
watchdogs sleep in your mind and live in the waking world with curious wooden flats.
their intentions are...strange and suspicious yet no excuse for shun.
and if the search for the great horn begins time will seem but a fraction of a heart beat as once again motion blurs to the opposite feelings.
flight is the sun, and safety is the moon, and siblings are stars and walls.
life means nothing when your dreams come true within a dream.
forget? never. love? always. the night? supreme. me? insane...yet happy :)