You're the song my soul is singing;
Every note, the birds are winging,
Every rainbow sun is bringing-
You're the song my soul is singing.
You're the midnight moon of splendor,
You're the flower pushing up tender,
You're the hearts own telegraph sender-
You're the midnight moon of splendor.
You're the idea chased till dawn;
You're the goal, when running's done,
You're the well, the water's drawn-
You're the final living sum.
Patti Masterman
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-re-the-song-my-soul-is-singing/
