You're my heart's weathervane,

My soul's brilliant counterpane,

My self's well learnt, sole refrain-

I find you, ever more.

The soft fingers of the rain,

The thief stole my heart again,

My lips sacred mantra-name-

I sense you, everywhere.

A witches spell; back again,

The hobo who rides my train,

The love in my heart, that sprang-

There's room for nothing more.