Wispers of the unknown now fill what use to be sounds of steadfastness
Wispers of harshness now radiate this atmosphere
Wispers of past soundness no where to be found
Wispers of two hurting souls aches and pains make known there presence

Come here dear Moon,

Sun calls for you from Loneliness though surrounded by Great Blue,

clouds,birds of song in the air,

She cries No Sun,for I have my company from the stars though seemingly far away they keep me warm and comforted,

I shall never feel Your heat,

Dear Moon,My Fires I would qunench to feel your embrace,

No Sun,for solace I have found within and this darkness I Embrace,

Dear moon,cries the Sun,I then shall chase you for all eternity,

This shall be my Bliss...