In the dead of night
where we are surrendered
like helpless children,

only there
the Star shows its true light

I understand that you
been groping your way
in this relentless darkness

Like playful reflections
of the sun
on the surface of a woodland lake,

this light has
with undiminished clearness
found its worldly abode
in your eyes

Because, you saw
with the only thing
that can really see -

your heart