And I am too alone in this world,
And not alone enough,
To make every hour holy.
I am too small in the world,
But not small enough,
To lie before you like a thing.
Dark,
Secretive,
And wise.
I want my own will,
And I want to be with my will,
As it moves toward embracing you.
And in those quiet,
Somehow motionless times,
When something is approaching,
I want to be with those who know secret things,
Or else alone.
I want to be your mirror,
Reflecting your perfection,
Never to be too blind or too old,
To hold your wavering image.
I want to unfold,
Nowhere do I want to remain folded,
For where I am folded,
There I am a lie.
And I want my life to be true before you,
Like a painting that I've studied,
Like a new word I have finally understood,
Like a glass of clear water,
Like the face of my mother,
And like a ship that carries me Through the wildest storm of all.
I want to be with my will,
And I want to be with my will,