Sightless I had walked
Listened to any who spoke
But now I stride true

In the cool night air
I see you across the way
Brighter than the stars

Window to the soul
Yours, deep and dark, warm and true
A soul ancient, wise

A symphony plays
And my breath can, at last, slow
As a peace descends

Staff, raft, wall, or meal

Endless its purposes seem

Like its skyward reach