Oneness

so long now I have tried to think of it:

the luminous soft oneness of the race,

in human how we all the same and love,

as much as you, could I love anyone?

If I could see the Oneness then in them,

the thing I could the spark I see in you.

It’s dawned on me at last, at darkest dusk

how like the Oneness be reflected may

on sunset shells of lake, contained;

not each one all restrained to note in all

a single soft-sung harmony, your song,

though part again alone may never sung

be sing the only what-if piece you hold?

and lose?

Oed' und leer and cold das meer and dark,

das piece where harmony von meer your sang:

The sea is cold and dark.