Under the Tree of Life, I slept in profound and secret shade

Under the Tree of Life, I slept in profound and secret shade, when the Holy Lord took pity and opened a window within, with a deep wound that pierced my dream and slumber, and in that moment, I lost you, my love, my blue light akin. With my wounded eye, I gazed at you and knew you as a stranger, holy as the Lord, far from me, far from all known lore, now only in dreams and sleep, you are my source of light's wager, now only in sleep and dreams, you arise as an unborn longing's core. Source of harsh thoughts, now only in dreams do you abide, now only in slumber do I find you, in secret, without end, stranger and holy, like the Lord, in celestial abysses you reside, now only in dreams and sleep, you are my unceasing yearning's trend. You are the echo of a time that knows no boundary between dream and real, a shadow dancing on the edge of a lost thought's seam, and in deep slumber, I find you, an astral symbol surreal, now, only in dream and sleep, my love, a silent yearning's theme.