In the wake of season You formed the twig; In the wreck of reason You formed the bud You my love.
In the emptiness of thought You flowered and caught The hollowness of my sight, From the petals of your goodness You my love.
In the guise of self You bore the fruit For the gust of our heart And the gust of our lust Gushed at last out from my thirst You my love.
Of the kindness of your being Of the likeness of your seeing I saw the living The living that made me Made me think now Of the cling we swing.
You my love Now here we're In the paths Of life's long longing journey, Jogging trotting trekking; In arms of despair, we spare For the care of our love; Our children!