Night swimming. Deserves a quiet night. The photograph on the dashboard. Taken years ago. Turned around backwards so the windshield shows. Every street light reveales a picture in reverse. Still its so much clearer. I forgot my shirt at the waters edge. The moon is low tonight. Night swimming. Deserves a quiet night. I'm not sure all these people understand. It's not like years ago. The fear of getting caught. The recklessness in water. They cannot see me naked. These things they go away. Replaced by every day. Nightswimming. Remembering that night. September's coming soon. I'm pining for the moon. And what if there were two. Side by side in orbit. Around the fairest sun. The bright tide that ever drawn. Could not describe. Nightswimming. You I thought I knew you. You I can not judge. You I thought you knew me. This one laughing quietly. Underneath my breath. Nightswimming. The photograph reflects. Every street light a reminder. Nightswimming. Deserves a quiet night. Deserves a quiet night.