For he is the guardian of the night
And I keep his sun.
Together –yet apart
We are always one.
My dark brings him radiance.
His dark my shine.
But-oh- what a union
Were we both combined.
My touch to his touch
Shall never join might.
A restless and hopeless union
Mourning the Night....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem