The Dark Alaskan Winter of the Soul [With Apologies to St. John of the Cross]
I. The night is so fucking dark. My soul longs for comfort. Speak comfort, I beg you! I walk alone, no eyes on me, Out from an empty house without rest. II. There's safety in the dark, Slipping through secret ways unseen. Speak comfort, I beg you! Concealed in the dark This house sits empty without peace. III. Wandering through the forgiving dark Alone, apart, unseen and unknown, I can't see the me I wish to forget And the only guide I follow Is the burning in my heart, seeking. IV. That burning light was my guide O, that it would lead me to you! Show me to the place where you're waiting! I used to know it well, But I can't find it anymore. V. Night which guides me, Gentle night, more forgiving than the dawn. A place where lovers meet; I long to see my Beloved. Night, be that which guides me to him. VI. Once he came into my heart, A sanctuary where he sat enthroned, A dwelling place of peace and respite, I cherished him and felt that love That evaded me wholly in the ...