After the coldest of nights The slightest whisper from the Sun Sets my soul on fire… In its absence I feel the coldness The numbness The night continues beyond the dawn. The night is something we cannot fight Even if we search for the Sun within our own horizon The night invades where the wounds are deepest. Now, the coldest night drags on The frigid wind of silence courses through my veins In a lonely song of anger’s wrath. Goodnight, sweet prince To time and love you bow your soul You kneel before the flame’s own altar. To remember…to feign the air of ignorance is unholy To love…to pretend to need it not is a lie To want…the thirst continues as parched lips call your name. Forgive me my moments of weakness My mind’s own self-destructive prophesy And know what I am even before my eyes can see it. Now Sun, rise from above the darkened mountaintops! Find me here, waiting as I’ve always been And know that I am real.