I am so lonely here at
the End of the Night...
the first Daylight is glooming
above the Kingdoms of insight ...
the Picture inside is dancing
Dances of a Memory ...

the white Shape seems so lucky
in dying, in dying here with me ...
We are so lonely here at the End of the Fight ...
the last Sunlight is fading
above the Battlefields of Delight ...
the Ghost is so silently,
it's stroking my Hands ...
it whispers Words of Comfort,
promising, promising my End ...

We are the last Ones here in
this World full of Grace ...
the inner Eden has passed by
and our World turned to a Maze ...
a God is so tiredly, it's waving comfortly ...
a Boat owned by two Shadows
is drifting out onto the Sea...