Now in peace, 

I know that you're gone

I'm tired and I'm afraid

falling asleep

to mix your absence

with my sleep.

I look in the dark night

The distant lights

there on the hill

I seem to stars

clouded.

The memory of you

I confuses the mind

only

and shut up in the bed

the crying child to comfort me

trembling

fatigue takes me

abandoning, 

appear to me, 

your beauty

ever. 

Des Agos