Senses dulled in the darkened room Is there someone here? A feeling drawing me in A brush on skin like the softest breeze Can you feel me? Closer as hands meet The first gentle touch Side by side with gentle steps Drawn to the same point A door, a handle Together they pull The creak of rusted hinges. Light begins to flood in A sight to behold Hand in hand, side by side they step through Their destiny in sight.
