In the garb of a question

In the garb of a question,

is this night cloaked.

And as it masks the days from before,

It reveals a promise of a forever to come.

Let me then take your hand, my love

And let this not be just another moment

But instead, an epiphany

Like the one I had

To a newer place

With a stronger hand, still mine

Let's wager against troubled times

And win the benevolence of fate; faith.

In the garb of a question,

is this night cloaked.

A question to you,

A question to me,

As to unto each other many a times we did

Lying side by side

Under a moonlit, cloudy sky

Unspoken, Unanswered

In the garb of a question,

is this night cloaked.

So give me your hand,

Your love, your strength

And lets reveal this Sky for all that it can be

Let this question now be asked...