Speaking Souls Let us marry our fortunes together on this day, And share the wealth of knowledge, he thought. As he read his newspaper, lightly lost in the paper prints of published works. While she, posting her thoughts in the blackness of the pulsating screen And a glass of white, both gleefully grounded by what's been read not said. Let us also wipe the sleep out of our eyes she thought, Tomorrow morning let it come, while daydream thoughts of the stubborn sunrise, Intercept the grey cleansing clouds of the new days sky. And know that if I knew what was missing he thought, I would lead us down pilgrim's passage, through the darkness. Because the stories told by the songs of souls he thought, Tell of tales that begin by the roadside of faded signs. Let us each sing a little note she thought, While looking for the single street lamp lighting the way That will show us the path to the funky little home of kings and queens. So here, let us continue on he thought...