Incandescent Nightfall

A request

Let me sit here for a while, 

For I have had enough of this digging.

Digging hard, digging rough; 

And as I dig, 

A bead of salty sweat

Drips down my nose

And drops on the soil I just dug, 

I bend down to gather my breath

And then fall to right away.

I am tired, 

Don't you see my worn out hands? 

Old age is not to blame, 

The rough skin of the plough, 

Tainting them since ages long, 

Infecting, killing, 

And now they seek solace, 

In nature's song.

So let me sit for a while

By the lake, I shall dip my feet

In the water, sway them back and forth.

A fish would swim by and I shouldn't notice, 

Let the wet breeze kiss my head

And play with my hair forever, 

I shall close my eyes and be lost.

Don't wake me up, I beg; 

I will dig the rest tomorrow, 

For today I shall rest

On the grass so green, 

Look at the blue sky

And remember the good old days, 

And just wish to die, 

One shouldn't ask why.