Miracle of Love

And there he was laying in his dreams
Trying to get a ride in what future brings
Thinking about everything or nothing, as it seems
And free what the voice inside him stings

And there he was whispering each word in streams
While he was flying on a winged horse without strings
Holding all struggled moments in his screams
And throwing away, around the Universe, lost wings

While he was dreaming at that very night
A wild bright and shining light
Emerged in the sky above

And he saw the Angel Cherubim
Carrying the hand of Seraphim
Playing together, the melody of the Miracle of Love!