Bird with a Broken Wing

I lay on a desolate plane, under a cold, blue moon

I was desperate to flee, to fly to warmer climes under the sun

As do the blue swallows at the end of summer

A warm, dark mantle lay over me

The cloak of kindly Death covered me

With smiling  eyes, you breached my walls

You entered my fragrant meadows, and found my secret gardens

You shattered the door of my crystal castle

As my heart lay trembling

You entered into my garden of roses

You cast your spell; you found the secret door

Opened with a golden key, given by me only to my Love

Beyond it, you found my secret mountains

You found the warm, moist cleft

That leads to the volcano within