Oh night, again, in all your repose and solemnity and
while i sleep, you have stolen from me another loved
one while in my quiet of sleep at night. you and death, i
first two dear friends and now Sunday night my older
brother, as his wife could not awaken him from his sleep
my heart is in great pain, my tears are no more, no
longer do they seep from their depletedlacrimal abode,
no longer do they roll down my cheek
i am devoid of words with lament, and night if you are
not conspiring with death to also take me soon, then
my spirit shall still thrive and go on living, maybe
later to dance once more, but only from within
