Before the sun goes down on my eyes,
And sleep should rise to life,
Here’s what I would say,
Bringing into light:
This heart of mine, this vessel,
Is pouring out, like sweating;
She’s very much a blessing,
Dressed in black; Her complexion,
To perfection, without question,
She’s a beautiful woman;
Is my heart like a flood,
Or field of blood?
Aceldama –