Your light comes to me

your light that comes

and goes

and takes me by the hand

through a meadow

by a river

by anything to be called light

just the way before me stretched

your light

your ecstasy 

your hidden sorrow

your secret symmetry

with the sun you sprout from

and come to me to become one

in the uncertainty

in which dark people aim at you

blinded from your light

your light comes to me

your light that comes

and goes

just the way I came and went

further away from all.