At Midnight Poem by Sanja Lukic

Let's meet halfway
of my death and your resurrection,
my sorrows and your joys,
my darkness and your light.
To meet at the grave of love,
the rosary of the past.
Over the mound of fear and tenderness
let's meet my eternity.
Well, some mornings scream and cry,
let your face despair tomorrow.
From the bowels of the earth
in a spasm of pain,
let that shadow be born that must die.
And we carried the waves of passion on our bare shoulders,
shame and sin.
We carried in our bosoms all the joys of dawn.
See you early my love
where the day does not break
at midnight!