I see into the light.
Thats’s what it is about.
You do not know how longingly I look upon you,
You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking,
I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you.
You grew up with me, were a boy with me or a girl with me,
. . . . . .
I am not to speak to you, I am to think of you when I sit alone or wake at night alone,
I am to wait, I do not doubt I am to meet you again,
I am to see to it that I do not lose you."
It is neither abstract, nor an idea. It is a language, an experience and an expression.