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.