The moon quietly weeps and melts the melancholy sky Its tears dance across the night I raise my head, flex my wings, smile with my beak Soar off once more into the warm, black robes of veiled oblivion I take the moon into my embrace And suckle it with my sorrow The crystal castle of my heart With a last scented melody, given by a goddess Shatters, planting broken glass Through the night of my being I feel the glass Burning bright and cold They form radiant constellations adorning my soul It will be more beautiful With such hard won jewels But I weep with their weight The unbearably sweet pain of birth sears my heart It whispers to me The birth of morning The sky sheds blood Grows dark, becomes dead It grows brighter, giving birth to morning My soul will live anew Singing with the flocks of stars Swimming above the constellations Of silver pearls, silver rain. ----------------------------------------------------------- I would like your opinion on it.
