There is a light that hits
The gloom around,
Shows the footprints 'round this grave,
Dried up roses scattered on the mound
Honoring the one engraved.
Will ever the morning carry away
The souls of those for whom we cry?
Leaving, grieving, seeking, meeting,
Binding, unwinding, signing, «You».
Black procession through
The narrow aisles
Another's gone for all to see,
Near the site for one
Who lost his trials
Sleeping 'neath the ground is me.
Still day beneath the sun
Asking you who is the one,
And when the day is late
We know who must forever wait…