O here in this gleaming, twilight kingdom,
Roses cling to gold crested memories.
The divine sparks of moon and stars and sun
Flow through our frail veins; forever to be.
As we gaze up at the bright evening sky;
It seems studded with lights of our dreaming.
This grey world of shadows withers and dies.
For here, now, you are Queen and I am King.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem