In the darkness all my senses grew
As my sight departed for places new;
Feeling out with hands acute
I heard the playing of the lute.
I followed it with hands aseeking
Until I came to oldest Peking;
I`d travelled half around the world
All the way the dark enswirled;
But this child`s music drew me on,
And as I neared the dark was gone.
In his innocent eyes I found,
A reason for that haunting sound;
A love that came from innocence,
Had taken me and drawn me hence,
And deep within his pretty eyes,
I found the secrets of our lies.
Out of darkness I was drawn,
To see the reddest, sweetest dawn.
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