hold it carefully in the soft place of the soul
where the darkness has its place
beside the innocent light
embrace the light and the dark
do not chose one over the other
it is the image of hope
when these two come together
it is all we have
when we are sundered apart
Still, it never seems to be enough,
it may not be,
or it might be more than one could ever imagine
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem