You Are
You are the Shade of mine – and I’m your Light,
And our Union’s Prism produces Colors:
They all through Forms and Spheres shine in Might
That leaves no Chance to Grievance and to Malice.

Like Choir of the Voices Summit gives
To the orchestral musical Enlightenment,
Your Soul embraces mine – and so I live,
Without asking Day to where Night went.

The Coming of the Timelessness to greet,
My Spirit now’s humbled in rejoicing:
Where Praise is overwhelming and complete
The rest will be forgotten as a Poison.

The glowing Forms of Light produces Worlds –
Burst through the Vastness welcoming that dark laid:
Remember Voice that Music to Life calls –
For you’re my Light and I am just your fine Shade!..