MY LITTLE BRIGHT MOON IN THE DARKNESS OF THE DEEP

In my darkest hour my little one,

When all else fails me

When the hour consumes me and all that holds me sane crumbles to dust

And my mind, my heart in like fashion follows
breaking to fine particles of dust

When my crippled soul staggers

Seeking the company of another

And my newest heart begins to beat

With a rhythm of another

When the vast lands of empty, cold, loneliness

Where my heart dwells begins to echo and howl

The sting of the cold haunting and taking foam from dust and wind

To howl and haunt, the whirlwind from the dry sea

Your care bared, your whole being loving all that I am

Is what i call my another and so says my soul

When my heart of hearts breaks apart and crumbles to fine particles of dust

And you my dearest bleeds a tear from your deepest depths of your heart

Spilling the fruits of your grief upon the dry dust of my being

Alike to the rain upon the deserts

Generously giving upon the dry, deprived, desert lands of my dwellings

Just like in magical stories, so is our reality in love

Just like a phoenix of the east, death will not prevail nor will nature keep me cold

Uncaring and beastly

For as bright as the firebird deep in depths of the dark

a flame of hope, so will i soar with the phoenix straight to Heliopolis your arms

Singing like a nightingale to you my dearest lover .