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 .
Copyright © Sean Claudine | Year Posted 2011
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