I search, while sailing waters, for a light, While sensing dangerous depths beneath me bound, And marvel at this meaning, without sound, Where souls through time and space again unite. I feel as if your very strings were fire Upon which the fragrant night plays tenderly; Around your head, a halo hidden slenderly As if to hint a still diviner spire: You who thought love a disconnected thing, You shall hear laughter without comparison; With hate, the sacrificial offering, You shall see myriads ripple into one; And waiting like a smile, the last obitual, That blends a blessed everlasting ritual! |