You are the gray sea in a dress of brocade lace.
You are inside me, and I know your face.

You are the summer, and the winter’s bitter cold.
You are my mother, and I love you so.

You are a white dove when the day dims into blue.
You are my first love, and my love is you.

You are the green corn when it dances in the light.
You are my firstborn with his eyes shut tight.

You are a young tree wearing sun-embroidered gold.
You are my body as it’s growing old.

You are the cool heat of the moon’s reflected light.
You are my heartbeat when I wake in the night.

You are a sparrow in a nest of winter leaves.
You are my widow; it is you she grieves.

You are tomorrow when today is laid to rest.
You are my sorrow and my happiness.

Note: This song was taught to me in the late 1970s through an association with the Ananda Marga yoga community. If anyone has any information on the origin and authorship of this song, please leave a comment on this post. Thank you!