The Light Came Through The Window,

Straight From The Sun Above,

And So Inside My Little Room

There Plunged The Rays Of Love.



In Streams Of Light I Clearly Saw

The Dust You Seldom See,

Out Of Which The Nameless Makes

A Name For One Like Me.



I'll Try To Say A Little More:

Love Went On And On

Until It Reached An Open Door –

Then Love Itself

Love Itself Was Gone.



All Busy In The Sunlight

The Flecks Did Float And Dance,

And I Was Tumbled Up With Them

In Formless Circumstance.



I'll Try To Say A Little More:

Love Went On And On

Until It Reached An Open Door –

Then Love Itself

Love Itself Was Gone.



Then I Came Back From Where I'd Been.

My Room, It Looked The Same –

But There Was Nothing Left Between

The Nameless And The Name.



All Busy In The Sunlight

The Flecks Did Float And Dance,

And I Was Tumbled Up With Them

In Formless Circumstance.



I'll Try To Say A Little More:

Love Went On And On

Until It Reached An Open Door –

Then Love Itself,

Love Itself Was Gone.

Love Itself Was Gone.