Kissing the Moon

The first time that I kissed the moon

My lips were as cold as the sea

My heart was as still as a stone

My eyes were sealed tight as a tree

Whose branches are dark as illusions

And stark as the truth used to be.

The second time we shared a kiss

The earth and the sea were the same,

The moon on the masthead was flickering

Through billowing leaves of green flame

As I caught my breath in a vessel

Like paintings in paint and a frame.

From then on with each tender kiss

It grew and it grew and it grew.

Each night went for days and each kiss

Gave rise to a whole month of moons.

No one thing I missed did I miss.

Wherever the wind blew it blew

No one thing I missed did I miss.

Wherever the wind blew it blew