At Least

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…