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Adam Latham
Adam Latham Poems
O Gentle Night
O gentle night, lend me your grace,
The hour is late and I must rest,
Give up my mortal earthly place
And take the unknown journey west.
Mourn not my passing, shed no tears,
All things are fated not to last,
I lived a full life all these years,
Remember this when I have passed.
The longest dark awaits me now,
The deepest sleep I e'er shall take,
One exhaled breath my final bow,
And then this life I will forsake.
The Torch
No life left,
The fire has almost gone.
Light fades
To shades,
The dark advances on.
The creeping gloom,
The pressing weight of fear
That once the torch held back
Starts to draw near.
I will the flame,
My final flickering friend,
Do not die
Do not die
Lest into black I blend.
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