Come to me my love....

Come to me when all mysteries have been exhausted,
when wonder and innocence have died.

When all the fragile jewels of Earth lay broken at my feet

let me gaze into your eyes.

The goat-man has led his goats

to their evening pasture,

the monks have sung their evening song

and sit in silent meditation.

The stars steal one by one into the darkening sky

to await the silver boat of the Moon.

I sit within my little room

and wait for my Beloved.

A score of worthless thoughts

come to fill my head,

they sit upon my chair

and lie upon my bed;

A hundred tunes and enchantments

assail my ears and mind

and beg me to put

all thoughts of you behind.

Come, delightful lover,

come resplendent Lord of silent Thunder-

the fruit these phantoms offer

is sweet but does not ease my hunger.

The ferryman has tied up his boat

and retired to his little hut,

the golden gleam of its lantern seeps

out into the darkness

like honey through a crack.

Before me the moonlight casts

a silver road across the water;

the world with all its sleepy towns

and dreaming villages

falls away behind my back.

Come to me when all mysteries have been exhausted,

when wonder and innocence have died.

When all the fragile jewels of Earth lay broken at my feet

let me gaze into your eyes...

Speak to me the ancient word

and call me by my name,

lift me up in your arms

and make me yours again.