Now I can be sure of my sleep;
I have lost the blue sea in my eyelids.
From a place in the mind too deep
For thought, a light like a wind is beginning.
Now I can be sure of my sleep.
When the moon is held strongly within it,
The eye of the mind opens gladly.
Day changes to dark, and is bright,
And miracles trust to the body,
When the moon is held strongly within it.
A woman comes true when I think her.
Her eyes on the window are closing.
She has dressed the stark wood of a chair.
Her form and my body are facing.
A woman comes true when I think her.
Shade swings, and she lies against me.
The lighthouse has opened its brain.
A browed light travels the sea.
Her clothes on the chair spread their wings.
Shade swings, and she lies against me.
Let us lie in returning light,
As a bright arm sweeps through the moon.
The sun is dead, thinking of night
Swung round like a thing on a chain.
Let us lie in returning light.
Let us lie where your angel is walking
In shadow, from wall onto wall,
Cast forth from your off-cast clothing
To pace the dim room where we fell.
Let us lie where your angel is walking,
Going over, gone over, coming back.
An arm turns the light world around
The dark. Again we are waiting to hover
In a blaze in the mind like a wind
Going over, gone over, coming back.
Now I can be sure of my sleep;
The moon is held strongly within it.
A woman comes true when I think her.
Shade swings, and she lies against me.
Let us lie in returning light;
Let us lie where your angel is walking,
Going over, gone over, coming back.
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