Conduis-moi...

Seeing the sky
Homeward bound when did he fly
Seeing the birds
Flying back to nest...
A rest came ,
As if a beauty  of a dame...
And
Stopping momentary
Sleep slow on his satiety,
he watched how a city
Transmuted herself into goodness...

As someone
La bonte sang...
And
he dreamt her
From far...
For whom he
Once put a prayer
Into the air...
For whom
The Oneness he sought...
Closing eyes
A prayer
Again made a music
Within
As if singing
'Conduis moi a` votre vide...'

he prayed...
So
he could be led
To Her emptiness...
To Her wonderous grace...