And From This Night

Soft in my grave about all about me. This place i know, is not good as that other place. Sweet i wish to lay before i stand, before thee stands no more, to be, you laid it out in splender, perfume, diamonds your hand my only fortune. Do not weep I do not sleep. Me and i a thousand fathers wish too be. blown out back inside I am again, like your nose, each log we burned beside the fire. Ruby of the canary diamond eye. I am; what you long to find become. The sunshine of the grain which makes you lie in bed awake, before each dawn. I once was, am i still the autumn filled with leaves upon the floor of mornings calm and damp the grass. And from this night. I can not even then begin, perhaps even now i will not be able to stand in my grave alone, About me is that place and yours is it not. When you wake me, did i die or not before.