Dark February

In the dire obscurity,
Of another dark February,
There lowers a fog of uncertainty,
On a thin gasp of wind known only to me,
My shivering sigh,
Spreads a shadow far and wide,
The frigid, leaden sky,
Remains immoble, petrified,
I will attempt to seek out the source,
Of this ancient curse by the tempered gods,
Of how the moon keeps on it's course,
Without being stopped by the cries of dogs,
Oh my love I'm freezing,
In my marble dressing gown,
Cold, the oldest season,
Hold me when the sun goes down,
As this hesitant haze it deepens,
Under a blanket of doubt I've been sleeping,
Here a deterioration begins,
Where the tears that are wept are kept,
For safe keeping,
They say it will come to an end,
Then all things will begin again,
In this eggshell atmosphere which is so very thin,
20 thousand million copper needles begin vibrating,
My frigidity has been eclipsed,
By the severity of my blue trembling lips,
I will have locked my heart at dusk,
I will open it again when the light comes in,
(2x)
Oh my love I'm freezing,
In my marble dressing gown,
Cold, the oldest season,
Hold me when the sun goes down...