11 o’clock

- Goodnight -

whispered 'cross the distace between,

and a soft, gentle kiss,

blown and borne on the breezes

of night

till it's carried by wind

and bestowed on your lips

or collides with the kiss

blown from your fingertips.

And I close my eyes,

give my ears to the night,

for it carries your voice

which, faithful to your plight,

has travelled the distance

between us tonight,

through the dark, through the dismal,

to the hopeful and bright.

And I hear the sweet message you've sent

with your heart:

- Goodnight -

back to me.

Synchronized from the start.