I slept but my heart was awake. Listen! My lover is knocking: "Open to me, my sister, my darling, my dove, my flawless one. My head is drenched with dew, my hair with the dampness of the night." (Song of Songs 5:2)

The Beloved continues.

Others sleep. The Beloved yearns. Her heart reaches out.

The Lover stirs. He glistens. He acts and seeks entry.

"My head is drenched" fits the poetic form. The Hebrew is ro'she male' meaning the highest point or the culmination achieved, fulfilled, completed.

Passive and the active are joined and each made whole.