In northern woods a light forever true,
from silent skies a heartfelt cry of joy.
As surely as the vault by day is blue
and stars do dearest bliss each night employ.

Though I have never seen how your lips arch,
the thought that you are smiling makes me rhyme.
And as I heard your voice one day in March,
I saw that it had been there all the time.

So will the bond we have outlive our life,
its blazing light an everlasting sun.
We see, accept, and join each other’s strife,
amazed by all the clarity we’ve won.

Still, restless as a tombdefying ghoul,
I wonder: Are we two hearts but one soul?