When I was young
I used to sit at my bedroom window,
Climb on to the ledge,
And dangle my legs down
Into the street below.
A concern for passersby
But I wasn’t going to jump –
I just wanted to watch the world.
And I still want to sit at an open window,
Put my arms out to feel the rain,
Look for the first star I can see
And blow smoke into the fog.
Not all at once, obviously –
But one out of three
Is so necessary. It helps me breathe.
The stars are always the same
Even when the moon has a different face
And my thoughts are always about someone or other
But they’re peaceful thoughts, for once.
And I’m calm
Because at three in the morning the world is as intense as it ever is
But I can finally listen to your silence.
It’s so easy to fall deeper in love in the moonlight
Because you’re going to wake up very soon –
Right after you’ve finished your chimney impression
And closed your eyes tight.