Lap softly sullen sorrow
That I may go to sleep
While lotus dreams in watery night
Wrap round me like a lake
I feel their grasping fingers reach
For muddied roots descent
While darkness drowns out the hours
And tears drip into night
Yet a blossom is still blooming
her petals, so pale and pure
Tender angel calls from faraway
Even darkness has her place
So go lightly into shadows
And drink the eternal dew
That melts in thirsty morning
After night has had her fill.
s. k. lindeman