~The Calling~

Let me sleep, 
for my soul is intoxicated with love and 

Let me rest, 
for my spirit has had its bounty of days and nights; 

Light the candles and burn the incense around my bed, and 

Scatter leaves of jasmine and roses over my body

Embalm my hair with frankincense and sprinkle my feet with perfume, 

And read what the hand of Death has written on my forehead. 

Let me rest in the arms of Slumber, 
for my open eyes are tired; 

Let the silver-stringed lyre quiver and soothe my spirit

Weave from the harp and lute a veil around my withering heart. 

Sing of the past as you behold the dawn of hope in my eyes, for 

It's magic meaning is a soft bed upon which my heart rests. 

Dry your tears, my friends, and raise your heads as the flowers 

Raise their crowns to greet the dawn. 

Look at the bride of Death standing like a column of light 

Between my bed and the infinite 

Hold your breath and listen with me to the beckoning rustle of 

Her white wings. 

Come close and bid me farewell
 touch my eyes with smiling lips. 

Let the children grasp my hands with soft and rosy fingers

Let the ages place their veined hands upon my head and bless me

Let the virgins come close and see the shadow of God in my eyes, 

And hear the echo of His will racing with my breath. 

I LOVE U MR F :)