Words, Wide Night

by Carol Ann Duffy

Somewhere on the other side of this wide night 

and the distance between us, I am thinking of you. 

The room is turning slowly away from the moon. 

This is pleasurable. Or shall I cross that out and say 

it is sad? In one of the tenses I singing 

an impossible song of desire that you cannot hear. 

La lala la. See? I close my eyes and imagine 

the dark hills I would have to cross 

to reach you. For I am in love with you and this 

is what it is like or what it is like in words.