.Somehow I've caught your essence                                 .
.One perfect moment in time,                                      .
.It slid past me like a silver river                              .
.Or a slippery fish                                               .
.I reached out to grab                                            .
.To feel nothing in my hand                                       .
.Nothing in my world                                              .
.But somehow I caught it all the same                             .
.An image, a smell, a word                                        .
.And I understood.                                                .

.I'm radiant in your luminescence                                 .
.As if the liquid hand of God brushed me                          .
.On its way                                                       .
.To rest upon you.                                                .
.Your mercurial spirit, sometimes blinding in its brightness      .
.Touches me and magnifies me and burns me clean away.             .

.I flounder in your liquescence.                                  .
.Sometimes your form becomes ambiguous and melty                  .
.And I can't distinguish you from the sky                         .
.     or the stars or the air I breathe in                        .
.Though inconstant                                                .
.I know you and I love you and I behold you                       .
.Bright and amorphous                                             .
.Unmolested by my harboured darkness.                             .