Ambiance of blessed night
swaddled in clothes
from endless light
fall upon me.
Forget failing
Forgo fear
to swim, nay drown
in the river of past melancholy tears.
An abject soul, I claim to be,
hidden deep within caverns,
no, cavernous abysses of uncertainty.
Who, or what will bid me drink
from placid waters of peace?
To drawing near their cupped hands,
touching my fair lips in sweet release.
Usurped of my earthly powers,
laid bare on the alter of nothingness,
it has finally come, the ended hour.
here
here
here
I fall
into your arms.