Light's turning golden now,
after it called forth gold from fields of green.
It has transformed the foamy white of bridal blossoms
into a thousand drops of crimson catching dew.
The twilight hour of the year has come.
Darkness is bathing in deep pools,
caressed by steaming light,
and breathing hard
the fragrances of fertile, humid ground.
The jet black waters are the darkness's mirror,
The polished doors to other worlds.
The dust of stars is dancing in the rising dark,
It's falling on my limbs and hair,
All hungry for Your touch.
My soul is flowing
- likeness of honey -
All wide awake to welcome
my Love's dominion.