In these winter days

In these winter days,

now the light disguises itself,

let us bear in our hearts

and say confidentially to one another

what fills ourselves with inner light.

That which inflames mild ardor,

should burn on and on;

that which tenderly binds souls

and builds ghostly bridges

should be our soft password.

The wheel of time may roll,

but we hardly grasp it,

forgotten in the glow of the world.

On our island we would

dedicate day and night to blissful Love.