LOVE ITSELF
Leonard Cohen


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.

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.

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.

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.
Love Itself was gone.