Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along.
I grow silent. Dear soul, you speak.
I can sense your presence in my Heart although you belong to all the world.
You fill yourself with the sharp pain of love, rather than its fulfillment.
When the light returns to its source, it takes nothing of what it has illuminated.
My words are like a ship, and the sea is their meaning. Come to me and I will take you to the depths of spirit.