O, my lover knows
how love dances in the silences of souls --

we speak but in solemn kisses,
our two souls hanging in the dark;

though he is far from me, I pledge my pain
though he is nearer now, I wait for him in song
though we are reunited, he has spurned the morning dew.

Have the dead repose?
O, my lover knows
how love dances in the silences of souls

O, my lover knows
that love dances in the silences of souls --

And I have not wept
for the pain that loss has given me,

but instead for the sight of starlight,
for such love rendered me blind.

And did I know
how wretchedly I would be kept away,
by and by, in love's endless eddies?

As shadows pass the moon's face,
should he pass, I'll look not
for my soul reigns free

If I am the mountain, then you are the shepherd
if you are the shepherd then I am the flock
if I am the flock then you are the mountain

we can part without a final glance and then follow one another until we are called to face each other in the morning

across my face.

I saw spring coming
in the meadow
where the wildflowers
whisper to the wind.

found freedom on a snowcapped mountain top,

smiled to the child offering violets
cradled in her tiny hands

and when she smiles to me

her joy ripples like sunlight
across the sea of love.

the curtain is lifted.

the soul becomes visible

(always in the wild places
in my heart.)

A woman said: if you want him, come and claim him.

I thought I had been waiting for your rushing voice to soothe the river between us;

rather, I needed to know of its swiftness,

of your cowardice to crossing it.