Will you hear me

Will you hear me

When I sigh

As I lie down

One final time

If I choose a moment

To rest

Will I know

The approaching

Darkness is a shroud

Of endless night

Will I be conscious

Of a vast concealment

As I rise in slumber

An arduous journey

Awaiting

With no certainty of light

If I lie here

In this dry place

Where few flowers grow

Will they heed my sighing

And nurture me

It is a pleasant spot

Beneath a large old oak

The shade is cooling

The heat of my

Fevered imaginings

Dissipates

Among the shadows

I can barely hear

The blue bells

And I am left

To wonder

If I was to lie

Down in this place

To wait

For a little while

Would you find me?