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 .