You'Re The Song My Soul Is Singing Poem by Patti Masterman

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.