Under the moon a few
Of my thoughts come undone
They slip away, they drape themselves
In their seasonal coats
I picture them ending
Their run at your balcony's edge
Since you match me
What becomes of my poems
When they hit the horizon
Where do all those cards go
That unpin from my walls
A bit more troubled than reason
Since you match me
If I knew how to do it
Against your iron shutters
I'd stay there, while I'm at it
On the current that guides them
All my thoughts drift away
I can't believe they get lost
Before they find your home
I assume they light up
Every lamp in your living room
Since you match me
I thought I kept in check
My whole parade of desires
But I can see that in turn
In long bursts of petals
That leave for their finest role
To wind around your shoulders
Like everything I write
If I knew how to do it
Against your iron shutters
I'd stay there, while I'm at it
Under the moon a few
Of my thoughts come undone
They rise and my dream
Far off blends with your lips
What luck, when I think of it
I'm sure it dances on your brow
Since you match me
Since you match me
Since you match me