She carries around the light of the moon

In the curve of her spine and a runcible spoon

At the hinge of morning she sits at the loom

And weaves yellow light out of the blue

But I'm only as wise as you

I'm only quietly tending an old wound

I'm only carried as the wind's old news

But it carried me quickly and whispered me to you

The walls are damp from your breathing, so I guess you're still alive

None of this is easy, it does not mean I do not try

To take a cobweb for a lover, to be a spider for a night

For when I'm barely treading water, I neither sink nor swim nor take flight

I don't know what doesn't grow under my own skin, among my own bones

I don't know what I've never had to pull down from the sky on my tightrope

I don't know, I didn't know, I was dragged out by the old tom cat down the road

I don't know, I didn't know, I was on my own, I was on my own

I was on my own

And I'm only as wise as you

I'm only quietly tending an old wound

I'm only carried as the wind's old news

But it carried me quickly and whispered me to you