Far and away from yesterday's
Pale of the midnight moon
In graces of, perhaps, what was
A fated rendezvous

Two hearts set sail from the gates of hell
In search of a kinder wind
To cleanse their past of the epitaph
Their hearts withheld within

And their spirits crossed on waters, lost
In the stale of the stormy skies
Who's pleasure, pain, had but sustained
The haunt of their hungry eyes

And upon the strength of the other, each
Abandoned here, their ships
And found their wings of common dreams
Had granted all they wished

Their vessels downed, perhaps profound,
In a storm that set them free
A tempest still, who's tempered will
Was cast away to sea