The hour before the last dance,
As they stood,looking into eyes,
Eyes speaking words lips could never utter..
Heart wishpers sacred secrets,
Unholy feelings..
That lips could never speak..
The hour before last dance,
When the loud music of gong rings..
Looking into eyes of each other for a moment..
All life gave flashes..
Why does it seem like a sad departure,
Why does it seem like a farewell?
Why does my heart cries to hold you close,
So close that there is no difference between you and me,
That there is no separation between us..
The identity,the idea of you and me disappears,
And we become one..
As the hands outstretched reach out,
For the last dance
