the killing moon

(photo courtesy of Roxana)

Nobody looks at the moon in the afternoon and this is the moment when it would most require our attention since its existence is still in doubt.
---Italo Calvino

This is the day she came for me.

I've been waiting for thee, my child, she said. And there was such softness and gentleness in her voice that her downcast eyes seemed sad to me.

I hate you, she said. But she said it so sweetly that it might have meant something else.

I have been here in the forest like a spell, waiting for you, year after year, hoping for your return.

This is the place where she came for me.
Like the moon alone with her thoughts, how I thought of you.

This is the way she came for me.
Her hand drawing an empty circle, her head to an angle, she said my image shall be as a mirror to yours, and yours to mine.

This is the life that came for me, out of the shadows.
But you saw me once, glanced my way on that grey afternoon in the drizzling rain, so ordinary otherwise. Across the busy street when I said to myself "I know you". There you were, with your deep melancholic gaze, staring at me in the fleeting reflection on the window pane unaware that our paths had crossed.

This is the day. This is the day death came for me, slid into my world, took my breath away.

The Killing Moon - Echo & the Bunnymen