Because I am here anchoring you to the pa**ionate darkness, you gaze out the window at the light. My love is the thing that frees you to follow your eyes, as your love, a sword made of moonlight and blood, and smelling of s** and salt marshes, frees me to gaze with a calm inward eye. In all your frenzied searching you never stood calmly at the window. But now the sea, the city and the sky are all seen as if from a perch at the edge of the cosmos, where I sit behind you gazing at the fire.