The moon rose,
But you were not there--
So I began to spin,
And spread myself across the water's sleeping face
To save the night sky on my skin.
This is my heart, which you pull like a tide.
My name, a silent dream, until you speak it in your mind.
I write this knowing only you will understand--
I have saved for you the night, each constellation that I am;
Watch the stars turn in your hand.