Nightswimming deserves a quiet night.
The photograph on the dashboard, taken years ago,
turned around backwards so the windshield shows.
Every streetlight reveals the picture in reverse.
Still, it´s so much clearer.
I forgot my shirt at the water´s edge.
The moon is low tonight. <P>Nightswimming deserves a quiet night.
I´m not sure all these people understand.
It´s not like years ago,
The fear of getting caught,
of recklessness and water.
They cannot see me naked.
These things, they go away,
replaced by everyday. <P>Nightswimming, remembering that night.
September´s coming soon.
I´m pining for the moon.
And what if there were two
Side by side in orbit
Around the fairest sun?
That bright, tight forever drum
could not describe nightswimming. <P>You, I thought I knew you.
You I cannot judge.
You, I thought you knew me,
this one laughing quietly underneath my breath.
Nightswimming. <P>The photograph reflects,
every streetlight a reminder.
Nightswimming deserves a quiet night, deserves a quiet night.