A linen of life's end notes...,
ornaments sprinkled like the face of orients,
its dark but it has great moments,
and sails me gently in my sleep boats,the arrowing moment of toils,
crave of the gruelling kinds,
replenishing period of the soul,
a perfect eve of the morning's goal
my night placates after the day boils,
the reverd loose their reverence at its presence,
and bestows equal fright on terrestrial beings,
a time when the brewery enjoys special obeissance,
with the night, we see a better tomorrow eavesdropping.
