There are You,

there is Me,

and there is I.

I don’t live with Me,

between You and Me, I live.

You are near to Me,

yet, the journey is too long,

the passage is benighted; Me daunted.

I cradles the inane Me,

You see I, not Me

Me thirsty for light, eager to reach you,

   naked without I.

I loom over the dreary passage,

atrocious emperor wards the passage.

I never let Me, reach You.

tunes of glory,

plays in the valley of dark,

the glory of unseen warriors of light

the alienated corners of the passage,

with mysteries of exotic,

never opens for anyone.

But for I, and I alone.

and a day shall come,

the rays of shine, flush in,

warriors of light, subdue I,

inseparably, the traveler of dark

will imbibe Me

there is no Me without I.

there is no I without Me