the place of peace,
where ravens die,
becoming one with night.
the abysmal void,
the place at the absolute center
of everything and nothing.
that point outside of
space and time
which permeates the cosmos.
yet like a dream,
encompasses
more than any comprehend;
there go i
to meet my very soul
and to pretend.
enjoined in taciturn communion
with she of me who never leaves
this ever lasting state of bliss.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem