Sound The Alarm

You and I can own any room

at any given time.

Two sirens
calling out all indifference
against every tide.

We fill their void,
those lost souls unwilling to admit
they are faceless in a crowd.

We. Are. Profound.

Your sounds
seep into me,
a rich palette of style
and color,
unheard from any other.

It's scary
how beautiful you are aging
like an enchanted wine,
the perfect taste
sipping attention to detail,
a perfect thirst
for this palate of love
unveiled with time.

Now,
let us scan this room
like two detectives
from a time met before,
searching for everything
that our dreams conceive,
then finally see what it means

for us to believe.