The invisible light

Though I, my love, must ever walk

With hesitance in paths of endless night,

Just call to me, my love,

Just call and your voice will be all my light!

Though I must grope within a vast

Foreboding gloom that threatens with distress,

Be near to me my love,

Be near and I shall know all your loveliness.

Though I am blind, my love,

I sense the radiance of your form

And realize symphonic dreams of you

My love, that gives my soul a thousand eyes,

Just call to me.