You are singing to my soul.
In the quiet of the full-moon night
I surrender all remaining doubt
that your dark deed has cast its light.
And I know you turned your back
so that I through wilderness alone might
finally be reconciled to hope, restored
to sacred wholeness, raised to height
of holy mountain where now I stand and see.
Sleeping, I awaken to beauty's promise bright
and remember myself as you sing softly
from far across the miles
and all comes clear.

There is this:
we are no more divided,
no more halved and hurting.
We are one: words and tune,
ebb and flow, beginning and end
entwined in endless spiral sphere,
there and then, now and here,
ever becoming
together.