Sweet light, oh come here my apparition; your courage is a bright fire in the starry sky of the desert. Your words fly in the wisdom of my soul. Together, when we were friends, when we were children, you died as just a child. Now you haunt these halls in silver beauty, by the echoes of the flaming sun. My love is in you by the light of your kind word in the dusty earth. That dust is the breath of an ancient friendship which is here again, in a blessed night with music from the sun. Tell me a word to heal my heart, in the morning before I give my final breath.