The Book Of Night - Five(Iv)

A part of me does not surrender fully to Night despite its immemorial sway. Should I awake before dawn and feel the stab of lost loves, I am plunged into Sympathy for All. I wonder how many preventable are poised on the edge of realization, as I sleep in oblivious pleasure? What if I stay awake and tighten my resolve, will my vigilance stop a deep sorrow before it finds a final niche from which to launch its mission of upheaval of body and soul? My cry in the Night is ever, Let me help! Let me do good! Was I asleep while the others suffered? Vladimir "Waiting for Godot"