You can call me a crazy woman all you like,
but you didn’t see the moon tonight!
(Not so that she grabbed you
right in the centre of your still silent place
and made your Love so wild
that the world stopped spinning.)
My G-d, she was so vast, so low,
she was sailing, amber,
right down close.
When I see her like that,
naked, on fire,
I know that however you choose to judge me,
if one glance doesn’t stun you, fill your lungs,
squeeze you, stir you;
You are the one
you, not I,
Who has lost something beautiful.
The moon took me tonight,
took me with her luminous beauty
hanging there, so secret, so full
and wrapped me, a million times around.
I wish she had wrapped me
a million times more,
so that I might have drawn
closer, enough to stay;
Because the light she reflects
was always soft and true,
and she never whispers anything
that is not love.
A friend put his hand on my heart
then took it away completely,
so now when the wind blows
it blows right through me.
Everything I thought was me
hurts too much to keep,
I walk like a person
but feel all air and space.
I hoped he could touch my mind
so I would lose that too,
because all I ever ask for
is to be fully empty.
The moon has gone behind clouds
and the wind is not blowing.
I am becoming unwrapped.
I sit like a person, an old, tired person.