I found you in fondest fields,
Now long since tired of dancing.
In the midst of your perfection,
I dream I am a bird.
Singing your exhaled name.
But stand in mute.
In the light of your love,
I dream of drinking deep,
From your heart, revelling.
But I go parched.
In the shadows of your tears,
I dream I might be like Christ.
Taking on your suffering.
But I am like stone.
Oh supreme lover!
Let me be better than I am.
