The Dark Whispers Of Miss Saigon (Act II of Act III)

Dreams of loving in the ideal of once was in the tidal wave of seeing your gloomy silhouette
Harkens unto the absence of stalwart souls having no engaging energy to reconnect
Kisses in the soft breeze fall upon the desolate of misplaced apparition upon pebbled stones
Hear the entreaties of longing in an image of man barren of my love from my hipbone
My faltering voice saturating as rain in rice fields lay bare as growth they surely shall come

Feeling your wandering languish icy palms slowly crawling over me in the warm midst
To have you in remembrance from Hell is a secular gift
Red flaming eyes of comfort with each plundering of my devotion upon sensations of its gist
My darling, my love to entail this night echoes the netherworld or blending bliss
We must bow and anoint our temples to the commission of horns
To have our love displayed from the inferno, shadows of damnation in the misery to ever reborn

Miss. Saigon your beautiful whispers to feel me is not of value in hell, no cosmic worth
Having you by the droplets as I wail in silence of echoes give my darkness its beautiful rebirth
Harakiri my love I will ceremoniously die for you
As the sun set, blacken remnants to the cheek, touched as the morning dew
Resonates from Hades’ pit of reminisce now captivates my cries
To have loved upon earth, lived in the shroud of darkness, death of dishonor falls from tearful eyes

Alliance unto the bed of indulgence from the alluring enticement of Lucifer’s tantalizing dames
Lips as sweet as wine, a concubine’s tail, have all, but replaced the earthly pleasures of your name
Upon the shores of your mind, no freedom to ever be, enchanting words cannot release me
Asunder of my spirit and soul is caged among the demons festering discontent beyond the scorching fires of eternity
Light the passage of our love in twilight, in the beginning of our fate not found in the grayish luminous sky
Miss. Saigon, to repent of my demise, purging my transgressions, the crossover I accepted in blind egotism as I
Compose the ascending upon the sacred scrolls and beseech of my forgiveness dared not contest the truth in its whys

Until life and death whisper my destiny my soul can rest as a Dove flying toward the horizon set free
The abyss of torment shall relish my heart, rotting flesh, my mind shall scream to the mountaintop my unrequited love I grieve
Never to complete the circle of life my humanity was denied unto Heavenly entwine
Lessened to hear the melodies of ascending chimes
Set me free my love in the embodiment of faith
Salutations up from the atmosphere I tarry shall be tricked of love not of balanced as the number eight I shall await


Tony Award 1991 (Lea Salonga)