6 June 2012
Light fades,
Stars appear,
Evening angels
Gather here,
Here to bundle your
Broken soul off
As you succumb to sleep
Under linen cloth.
The windows are opened,
The mirrors all draped,
So into them
Your soul can't escape,
So as the stars rise
And your sun sets,
In the midst of your wake
Don't forget
That wherever you're going,
Wherever you choose,
My darling, I am
Coming with you.
Wake • Opuss № I