The light came through the window,
straight from the sun above,
and so inside my little room
there plunged the rays of love.
In streams of light i clearly saw
the dust you seldom see,
out of which the nameless makes
a name for one like me.
I'll try to say a little more:
love went on and on
until it reached an open door –
then love itself
love itself was gone.
All busy in the sunlight
the flecks did float and dance,
and i was tumbled up with them
in formless circumstance.
I'll try to say a little more:
love went on and on
until it reached an open door –
then love itself
love itself was gone.
Then i came back from where i'd been.
my room, it looked the same –
but there was nothing left between
the nameless and the name.
All busy in the sunlight
the flecks did float and dance,
and i was tumbled up with them
in formless circumstance.
I'll try to say a little more:
love went on and on
until it reached an open door –
then love itself,
love itself was gone.
love itself was gone.