I give this life to thee

Welkin Siskin
Washington, America

I give this life to thee,
Come embrace me
For the night is darkening hurriedly
And times are fleeting
Carrying weight of our departure.
Morrow is precarious, and we may not run across each other;
We are as transient and perishable as the time.
In reminiscence,
The night’s whispering symphony
And the skies are groaning;
The siskin chant hymns
in thy missing,
The flowers on the yard are spreading thy redolence,
The walls of the room and canopy
Spread thy songs
And for thee the stars weep,
And the drifter moon awakes
To light up thy pathways,
O, the traveler of the night!