The Night's Chariot
Where death goes,
A whirlwind blows,
The night comes with its chariot,
Haloed by dark clouds.
Oh, night don't yet open your door,
For his soul is not yet ready to go into your store,
Don’t go into the night's chamber,
Awake from the enervating slumber.
Can you hear me, father?
Don’t go any further,
Lest the chariot come and chauffeur you away,
As you approach farewell quarters.
Summer is still my delight,
Let’s awaken the fond memories,
Guide me through the night,
I'll no longer be of dimmed sight.
September 7, 2023.
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