The light came through the window,
Straight from the sun above,
And so inside my little room
There plunged the rays of love.
In streams of light I clearly saw
The dust you seldom see,
Out of which the nameless makes
A name for one like me.
All busy in the sunlight
The flecks did float and dance,
And I was tumbled up with them
In formless circumstance.
I’ll try to say a little more:
Love went on and on
Until it reached an open door
Then love itself
Love itself was gone.
Then I came back from where I’d been.
My room, it looked the same
But there was nothing left between
The nameless and the name.
- Leonard Cohen, Love Itself
