EVENING

A mother mourns for her lost daughter (from my opera: Nadra: the story of Maria Hertogh)

The evening comes as always

And with the dark comes remorse into my breast.

Everything is finished.

Everything seemed finished.

I would stare at the walls of my prison

And try to forget what I had done.

It seemed that everything was finished,

Everything is finished.

Maria, I see beyond your face

I see into your soul,

Your body a crown for my suffering heart

Beating with the pain of my long lost daughter,

Everything seemed finished.

Everything is finished.

Each night I kissed her forehead

While I held her tight in my dreams

For I know that come the dawn

My heart would still be broken.

How I yearn to hold you and care for you,

Fold you tight in my arms,

But I must rise again alone

When my eyes open.

Give me no lectures

I am sacrificed!

Baptized with the blood of a tragic destiny!

What does it matter?

Everything is finished.

So kiss my darkening forehead,

Let me hold you again in my arms,

For tomorrow I must rise alone,

With my heart newly broken.