The night drew nigh,
Air cold, rich with the scent of pine,
Soft lay the darkness
The world captured in its eternity.
Alone.
Singled out by silence
The only feeling I had come to recognize.
And then there were two,
Two bodies
Breathing heavily
Until all breathing stopped
For a precious moment.
And once again, my mind was at ease and my body fell to rest.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem