At Least

I am so lonely here at the end of the night…
The first daylight is fading above the kingdoms of insight…
A picture inside is dancing dances of a memory…
The white shape seems so lucky in dying here with me…
We are so lonely here at the end of the fight…
The lat sunlight is glooming above the battlefields of delight…
A ghost is so silently, it’s stroking my hand…
It whispers words of comfort and promises an end…
We are the last ones here in this world full of grace…
The inner eden has passed by and our life turned to a maze…
A god seems so tiredly, it’s waving comfortly…
A boat owned by two shadows is drifting out onto the sea…