Oh, how I wish
I could have known you in Glasgow
that sandstone doorway night
When the sweetest of kisses
made the sweetest of eyes glow
with a starry light
yet I pretend and
you descend and
but for the year
and all but nine hundred miles
the sweetest kiss
you have known was mine
yet I pretend and
you descend and
but for the year
and all but nine hundred miles
the sweetest kiss
you have known was mine
How can it be
I seem to know you so well
though we’ve never met
In every nuance
of the tongue I can tell
what you dream, and yet
I pretend and
you descend and
but for the year
and all but nine hundred miles
the sweetest kiss
you have known was mine
yet I pretend and
you descend and
but for the year
and all but nine hundred miles
the sweetest kiss
you have known was mine
Words are the windowpane
I hope will convey
what this heart can’t deny
And through the looking glass
at last I can say
tongue to tongue I have tried
for I pretend and
you descend and
but for the year
and all but nine hundred miles
the sweetest kiss
you have known was mine
to gender
yours to know
mine to nurture
yours to know
mine to harbor
yours to know
mine to voice
and hoist
and render
