My body works, it does not lie;
It fills my void on earth as I,
But much is missing from my sky,
And from my heart so too.
Each night brings dreams of love in vain;
Each morn breaks new to a world unchanged;
And none but I may bear the pain
Of fate's ungodly cue.
For I was chosen by decree
To bear a soul whose half was me,
Which gained my life entirely
By growing from within.
Alas, sweet soul, you've left me stray;
I knew you not but as a ray
Of hope for my unblessed days
Of loneliness and din.
I seek thee with each passing hour
Behind each stone and tree and flower;
You've hidden well your sacred power
Of grace to dry my tears.
The sun is warm, so I am told,
But the wind is hollow, bare and cold;
I am still young, but feel too old
As by my counted years.
I pray upon some future time,
Our spirits once again entwined,
You'll live delayed what once was thine;
My sorrow then be done.
Until that day, I lay me down
To sleep, to breathe, to move around,
But will not live till we are bound,
As mother, as child, as one.