Outside it is pitch dark,
clouds raging, storm howling,
your pensive face stretched
across the vast expanse
of the nocturnal sky.
I know one day you will saunter
in silent steps,
knock at my door,
whispering: ‘it’s time’.
But when the glorious sun
rides in its chariot
on the celestial path
with majestic grandeur,
dispelling all shades of the dark
from the earth,
come then like a hallowed angel,
gently lull me to sleep
and take me away on your wings
into the abode of eternal bliss.
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