SONG CHALLENGE WINNER!

The Challenge:  (A true story)  Gerhard Spitz and Martina Steindorf, both of Germany, were married in a Las Vegas casino recently in a "masked wedding." The pair were the winners of a radio contest in Germany where listeners matched the most compatible and most popular couple. The couple had only spoken once before the wedding, when the groom proposed to the bride on-air before they were flown to Las Vegas for their wedding. At the ceremony, the couple were masked until they were pronounced husband and wife. The groom then kissed the shaking bride, saying "It's fate that we are joined." The happy kids honeymooned in California, where the groom said "We're going to get acquainted."

The Night Before We Met by Amos

Amos' Comments:  This song does not have a tune; not, anyway, one which can be played on a guitar or banjo.   The song is not sung as the voice sings; it is not heard as the ear hears.    It is a song from a different place, a dimension, if you will, where you, and I, and our friends reside, where we hear each other singing when the damp weight of our bodies slumps in safely stored piles across the dark land.  This is a song from the dimensions where we speak to those we love, no matter the hour, distance, or delicacy of thought.  In that place, there are no false songs.  No voice is ever misheard there. The nature of the place and its occupants is too close to truth itself, in fact, for sorry alterations and confusions to take up residence there.  The amplified coarse complexities of  carnate life give way, there,  to the simple clarion behind all noises; the kindest knowing note there is to hear: the love and attention which  emanates from one being to another with no questions possible. 

Male thought (Gerhard):

Is it not you that I have heard in the nights most quiet passage?
Is it not you who has sent to me a light to guide me?
Is it not the truth you have sent me, simply and of no question?
Is this not love, before all other forms are made?

Female thought (Martina):

I have been speaking to you, in the night's gentlest rising.
I have sent to you hope, which will be a path for you.
I have sent you all the truth I am, as a gift to give you
From this I would see you make all the forms of living.

Chorus:

I have not seen your face, or ever shared breathing with you
We have not striven together. How then is it that I know you?
I have never touched your shape,  in the world's mad whirling hours
I understand we are joined in other places; we are lovers.

Male thought (Gerhard):

Among  the forms where living is, would I presume?
Where time is measuring each breath, what would I dare think?
I would be confounded a hundred times before I could say a thought aloud!
Delicate tendrils -- the life-fires in me -- shatter by the second there.

Female thought (Martina):

Man without name, show me the forms where they lie broken.
These I will take away; new ones will you create.
We are sharing fire now, a truth I know, and you will discover.
Come ye, I know you are hearing every word!

Chorus: (Together)

I have not seen your face, or ever shared breathing with you
We have not striven together. How then is it that I know you?
I have never touched your shape,  in the world's mad whirling hours
I understand we are joined in other places; now, we are lovers. 

Male thought (Gerhard):

I send you clear fire; it will always warm you
Will you take it in and return it redoubled so?
Answers tonight are instants, but there
I will answer you if it takes forever.

Female thought (Martina):

I see the white diamond waters of you reaching;
Here, I return them ten times over.
By the light spray of their crashing discoveries
You will know me knowing you, once forever.

Chorus: (Together)

I have not seen your face, or ever shared breathing with you
We have not striven together. How then is it that I know you?
I have never touched your shape,  in the world's mad whirling hours
I understand we are joined in other places; now, we are lovers.

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