At least

I am so lonely here at the End of the Night...
the first Daylight is glooming above the Kingdoms of insight ...
the Picture inside is dancing Dances of a Memory ...
the white Shape seems so lucky in dying, in dying here with me ...
We are so lonely here at the End of the Fight ...
the last Sunlight is fading above the Battlefields of Delight ...
the Ghost is so silently, it's stroking my Hands ...
it whispers Words of Comfort, promising, promising my End ...
We are the last Ones here in this World full of Grace ...
the inner Eden has passed by and our World turned to a Maze ...
a God is so tiredly, it's waving comfortly ...
a Boat owned by two Shadows is drifting out onto the Sea...