14 February 2013
Now the veil of slumber falls upon you
Enbalms you, ready for the tomb
Of safe, dark nights where stars may watch you
In Mother Nature's calming womb.
Each night the closest we may come
To Death in life, touching but the hem
Of His brooding cloak before the dawn
Shall reincarnate, baptise again.
Each ray of Phoebus' flaming chariot
Painting you with vitality,
Glorious effervescence with each gesture
Each kiss, each word, each sigh we see.
But now 'tis time to put to rest
The fervour of the daylight's dance
And like the phoenix turn to ashes
Cold, unmoving, in Nyx's romance.
Selene shall stroke your peaceful curls
As, in rest, bed-prayers unfurl.
Now I Lay Me • Opuss № I